The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

Although he looked down on Alexander\'s intelligence, Amos knew that with the man\'s prominent background, he simply couldn\'t afford to take the blame for his death. At least, he couldn\'t do so yet, when he was still in the process of taking back control from that idiotic father of his.

Kicking away his chair in anger, the silver-haired boy couldn\'t help but curse. "Shit! How the fuck did they arrive at such an absurd conclusion anyway?"

The man who reported the matter to him obviously knew how unreasonable his boss could be when annoyed, so he quickly reiterated everything he knew about the incident as \'gently\' as he could.

Leaving out all the negative comments, he went straight to the statement of Alexander\'s \'girlfriend\', Rhea. Even having downplayed everything as best he could, however, the man still felt that his boss was very likely to lose his temper.

Luckily for him, though, Amos just grinned after he finished listening to Rhea\'s statements. "What a fucking whore… that idiot clearly got himself killed by some wild dog, but this bitch wants her thirty minutes of fame and fortune. Latching on to me using her boyfriend\'s death as a means, huh…"

He sneered. "Too bad for her, if she thinks I\'m going to bend over because of something like this, she\'s in for a real tough lesson."

Regardless of whether it was money she sought or something else, Amos fully intended to make her life much worse than even that treacherous bitch Kristie, who actually managed to somehow escape from his hands before leaving Phoenix. \'I swear, the moment I find her, I\'m going to lock that fucking bitch up so she can never see the light of day again!\'

Of course, the silver-haired boy also knew that he couldn\'t just passively keep taking a beating like this in the meantime, or his reputation and credibility would be completely ruined soon.

"Issue a statement denying all the allegations, and tell that stupid prime minister that since I\'m not guilty, I won\'t be going to their country to present myself like a criminal. If they have questions, they can come to ask me here in Oriana."

Although Amos didn\'t yet have full control over the Black Tiger\'s core, the erosion of his father\'s authority under the influence of the government of Oriana naturally led to many high-level executives at the company \'taking the initiative\' to follow him instead.

Executing such a simple order barely took any effort.

Whether it was people from the government of Phoenix, someone from the international media, or an \'unrelated\' individual, the Black Tiger Corporation soon started responding to them all with the same message from their boss.

Naturally, none of the involved parties were very satisfied with such a thing, but with any further communication being unequivocally denied by the Black Tiger\'s people, they could only curse against what felt like an unresponsive wall.

Despite the number of people cursing at their boss seemingly increasing, however, the people at the Black Tiger Corporation actually felt that their strategy was working quite well.

After all, regardless of his \'arrogant\' attitude, their boss had already made it clear that he wasn\'t the culprit and would be willing to cooperate to a reasonable extent.

Many people had come out to speak against all the hate and judgment being directed at the silver-haired boy, and combined with the authorities of Phoenix stating that they were \'still investigating\', more and more started believing that Amos wasn\'t actually the one who got Alexander killed.

Emboldened by the favorable turn of tides, the public relations team at the Black Tiger Corporation decided to double down on their strategy and ride the wave to victory.

After all, since there was no way their boss could have killed Alexander Gray, what could possibly go wrong?

"Hello, this is the Morning Post of Phoenix. We\'re calling you to seek some more insight on what happened from the perspective of Mr. Black that night—"

"Hi, I\'m a reporter from Moonlit Truth from Red Dusk. Would it be possible to get an interview with Mr. Black somewhere around this weekend?"

With a polite yet firm rejection, the public relations team quickly made their stance clear before hanging up on all these \'hard-to-please customers\'.

Of course, not every caller was as polite, and many \'bold\' individuals called them armed with false identities and an awe-inspiring arsenal of curses.

"Hey, can I talk to that bitch-pig Amos? I want to know how he developed such thick skin to dare act like a damsel during the Golden Crown—!"

For such callers, the Black Tiger\'s team was naturally not polite, and hung up directly while blocking their numbers. With a simple click, the raging voice was silenced instantly.

"Get me that bastard Amos Black on the phone right now, my name is Sand—!"

Another click, another \'insignificant moron\' silenced.

The chief public relations officer at the Black Tiger Corporation smiled. "Was he going to say Sand Man? These jokers can\'t even come up with something original..."

Naturally, some idiots were resourceful and persistent enough to continue calling them with a different number.

"How dare you—!"

Taking the phone from his subordinate, the chief personally took charge of this call. "Listen, man. I know you have all the time in the world to waste, but we don\'t. Don\'t call us again with your nonsense if you have nothing valuable to say, which you don\'t. We\'re pretty good at recognizing people\'s voices, alright? Bye."

A few of the employees around him couldn\'t help but praise their boss. Even if it wasn\'t for the increased chance in promotions, it was true that these types of calls were the most annoying.

"You showed him, chief!"

"Way to go!"

"Wish I was half as good as you, sir!"

The chief couldn\'t help but puff out his chest in pride. "Heh. This is nothing. With more experience, you\'ll realize that while it\'s good to be polite to everyone most of the time, some people really need a rude awakening to realize when they are overstepping their bounds."

Feeling like an enlightened genius, he tapped his head with a smile. "Treating them like they deserve is not only not rude, but bold instead!"

Unfortunately, in the midst of handling the mess, none of them realized just who it was that they were talking to, and how their small mistake might end up landing their entire corporation in deep, deep trouble.