On the same day, on the front page of five influential local newspapers in Chaos City, the author named "Lone Wolf of the Northwest" published an apology letter, and clarified the rumors that had been spreading recently.
In this apology letter, he also criticized Delmar Publishing for their malicious marketing and refusal to take down the book, which had a negative impact on the author's life.
In the end, the Lone Wolf of the Northwest also promised to stop updating "Mr. Mak's Indecent Little Wife" forever. This apology letter was also a notice to stop updating, and advised Delmar to take care of himself.
The popularity of "Mr. Mak's Indecent Little Wife" made the name "Lone Wolf of the Northwest" quite influential.
Therefore, when people saw this apology letter, it quickly set off a heated discussion.
"The author refutes the rumors online! She made it up. We were careless. "
"I knew it. Mr. Mak is such an excellent person. How could he do such a thing? It's ridiculous."
"If Mr. Mak isn't that kind of person, then … I don't have a chance."
…
The author refuted the rumors in person, which was very credible.
And it was funny to wake everyone up with one sentence and take it as reality.
The news had legs. Soon, it reached Delmar, who was drinking with Cyril in the restaurant.
"What?!" Delmar dropped the wine glass in his hand. He grabbed the newspaper from his secretary's hand, and looked at the apology letter on the front page. His face turned pale instantly.
"What's wrong?" Cyril raised his head from the abyss, and looked at Delmar confusedly.
"It's over … It's over …" Delmar sat down on the chair, and said in a trembling voice, "The Lone Wolf of the Northwest said she's not writing anymore."
"What do you mean she's not writing anymore? What's wrong? " Cyril asked in a louder voice when he saw Delmar's expression. He asked the woman on top of him to go away.
"See for yourself. This is the author who wrote that book. She said she's not writing this book anymore." Delmar handed over the newspaper in his hand to him absent-mindedly.
Cyril took it and read for a while, and smiled. "It's just an author. If she's not writing, we can find another one. Can't we do it without her?"
"We can't do it without her." Delmar looked at Cyril gloomily. "Without her, we'll break the contract."
"Break the contract?!" Cyril's voice immediately became shrill, and he suddenly realized the severity of the situation. He hurriedly snatched the contract from the supervisor's hands, and flipped to the breach clause. His face immediately paled as he read through it.
"Delmar, you motherf * cker!" Cyril grabbed the glass and threw it at Delmar's face.
............. I'm a victim............................................
.................................... ............. ................. . You asked me to be your guarantor. You want me to pay you 30 million! You old bastard. How black-hearted! "Cyril flew into a rage. His face turned blue and red.
He knew the terms were written in black and white. Since he signed it, he couldn't escape.
"I didn't know that bitch lied to me! She told me yesterday that she would continue to write. Who knew she would stab me in the back. " Delmar was shaking with anger. "I'm going to find her right now. I'll ask her to write a new clarification report. She'll say that the previous one is fake. I'll explain it to Mr. Lev. I think we can salvage the situation."
"You'd better salvage the situation. Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't stay in Chaos City anymore!" Cyril flipped the table and left angrily.
Delmar hurried downstairs. He took a horse-drawn carriage to Cynthia's residence.
There was a big lock on the door. It was quiet in the yard.
Delmar kicked the door for a while, but there was no response. He leaned against the door and slid down. His face was pale.
He knew he was screwed.
30 million copper coins. He couldn't afford it even if he sold the company!
"Boss …" The secretary came up nervously.
Delmar looked at him. His eyes lit up. He said in a low voice, "Help me up. Let's go back to the company."
Yesterday, the company had received a sum of money. Including the deposit, it was about 5 million. Plus the 5 million banknotes he received in the morning, it was enough for his family for the rest of their lives.
It was a pity that the company he had built for half of his life would be ruined. He had thought that this popular book could be his money tree, but he didn't expect that the tree would break after two days.
But it didn't matter. He would go to the company to get the money, and run away with his wife and children. He would let Cyril take care of it. Anyway, he was the guarantor.
Delmar's horse-drawn carriage stopped at the gate of the publishing house. Delmar jumped off the carriage and rushed into the office. Soon, he came out with a briefcase and went straight to the horse-drawn carriage.
But as soon as he came to the carriage, two hands had been put on his shoulders.
Delmar was shocked. He turned around and saw the two officers' uniforms. His face turned pale.
"Mr. Delmar, right? We have received a report that you are suspected of contract fraud and may escape. In order to protect the property of the owner, we will take you back to the Mayor's Mansion for further investigation. Please cooperate. "One officer said in a low voice.
"I'm innocent. I'm innocent …" Delmar shouted.
The noise outside attracted the attention of the staff of the publishing house. They all rushed to the door to see what was going on. Seeing their boss being detained by the officers of the Mayor's Mansion, they were all shocked.
Were the publishing of small H novels so strict now?
"Take him away." The two officers didn't talk nonsense with Delmar. They directly detained him in the prison carriage and took him away.
…
On the other side, Cyril returned to the Moreton Manor. The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became. He hid in the room and asked the servants to guard the door. He said that he was sick and didn't want to see anyone.
However, this was not enough to stop the officers from arresting them with a detention order.
"What did I do? You want to arrest me! This is the Moreton Manor! You can't mess around! "Cyril yelled. He was trying to put on a strong front, but he was actually a coward.
"Cyril, you are suspected of contract fraud. The amount involved is huge. Now we are taking you back to the Mayor's Mansion for investigation. Please cooperate." The leading officer took out the detention order and said in a low voice.
All of the members of the Moreton Family had already gathered in this courtyard, and were discussing spiritedly among themselves. However, no one dared to approach Cyril at the sight of the officers holding the arrest warrant. They were all wondering what kind of trouble Cyril had gotten himself into to warrant the arrest of the city lord.
"Who dares to touch my son!" A sharp voice sounded, and Old Madam Denise strode over with her walking stick, blocking Cyril's path.
"Mr. Denise, please cooperate with us. Otherwise, you will be arrested for interfering with the investigation." The staff said calmly. He didn't retreat because of Denise's appearance.
"How dare you!" Denise frowned.
"Take him away!" The officer waved his hand, and four officers came forward.
Denise grabbed the officer's hand and scratched his face. She shouted at the servants beside her, "Someone is beating me up! The officers are beating me up! What are you waiting for! Come and protect me and the Young Master! "
The servants looked at each other. They didn't know if they should intervene. These were the officers of the Mayor's Mansion.
"If you don't back down, chase them all out of Family Moreton!" Denise said viciously.
The servants had no choice but to surround her.
"Who dares!"
An angry shout sounded like thunder at the entrance of the yard.
The yard suddenly became quiet. Everyone opened up a path.
Geoffrey strode in and looked coldly at Cyril and Denise.
"Father, save me!" Cyril shouted in panic, "They want to arrest me for no reason. I am innocent …"
"Slap!"
A loud slap sounded. Cyril's face instantly swelled.
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