"But if we keep not addressing the fans, it will affect Winona’s future development..." Iris Yates tried to say something.

Winona Wallace turned her head, crying, and glared at Iris Yates with a venomous look: "Shut up, I don’t need your crocodile tears! Last night’s incident was clearly designed against Leslie Howard. It’s all because of your incompetence that Leslie got away and I had to take the fall for her. This is all because of you! You must have felt sorry for Leslie and set me up instead. Stop pretending to be innocent in front of my father!"

"I... I didn’t..."

Iris Yates turned pale, seemingly afraid of being misunderstood by Bruce Wallace, and quickly looked at her husband: "Bruce, you... you have to believe me, I really didn’t do anything. You told me to drug Leslie, and I did. You asked me to arrange her on the 22nd Floor as much as possible, and I did that too.

Everything I did was according to your instructions. When I left, Leslie was clearly drugged and in the room. I don’t know why things turned out this way. You know, for you and the Wallace family, I even put my own daughter on the line... I really didn’t set up Winona..."

Iris Yates was terrified, fearing she’d be misunderstood by her husband.

"Although she appeared timid and cowardly, she successfully dispelled Bruce Wallace’s suspicions.

He knew Iris Yates adored him, almost to the extent of obeying his every word.

If that weren’t the case, she wouldn’t have stooped to targeting her own daughter just to please him.

"As for what happened last night, it’s indeed full of questions. Why did the drugged Leslie Howard suddenly disappear? And why was Winona, supposedly on the 23rd Floor, suddenly thrown to the 22nd Floor?"

These matters are still shrouded in mystery. We’ll have to wait for the police station to retrieve the hotel’s surveillance video to find out the truth.

But for now, Bruce Wallace was at least certain that Iris Yates wasn’t the issue.

"Alright, Winona, Dad knows you’re aggrieved, but this matter really isn’t related to your Auntie. On that day, Dad’s personnel was also in the coffee shop, and they saw her drug Leslie Howard and take her upstairs. This issue must have gone awry mid-process. The police station’s investigation will eventually provide you with an explanation."

Standing to the side, Iris Yates felt a jolt of nervousness at Bruce Wallace’s words.

Fortunately, she was aware of Bruce Wallace’s temperament and had anticipated he might have someone secretly monitor her, so she had put on a full act in the coffee shop.

Otherwise...

Thinking of the possible consequences, Iris Yates reminded herself to be more careful in the future.

"No, I can’t wait for the police station to reach a conclusion. Dad... haven’t you heard them say my fans have all turned against me now? They’re demanding an explanation. Even if the police station eventually clears my name, my glorious future will be ruined. Dad, what should I do... what should I do..."

Winona Wallace cried desperately.

She felt terribly wronged, her whole body still aching. Just thinking about that disgusting old man made her want to vomit.

And all of this should have been Leslie Howard’s burden to bear. Why was it shifted onto her!

Bruce Wallace also understood that his daughter was right. The attention was peaking online, and if they continued to delay without explanation, the netizens and Winona’s fans would only escalate matters.

"Thinking of this, Bruce Wallace said: "If that’s the case, then we only need to create an even bigger news story to divert attention. Iris, is there any dirt worth exposing on Leslie Howard recently that involves someone famous and reputable within the industry? Of course, if not, we can arrange something for her."

Bruce Wallace decided to hype up a news story with even more impact to shift the focus away from Winona Wallace.

Anyway, for a girl like Leslie Howard, having the opportunity to shield Winona was her biggest honor.

[Another Chapter before 20:00]