The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1029: On the Verge of Suffocation
Aggressive, pressing step by step——

Anson was lying on the hospital bed and Lucas was sitting on the sofa, and neither of them moved. But why did the air in the room condense and an invisible pressure surrounded them like a tidal wave?
Harry:…

His heart was beating wildly and was about to explode. Harry managed to keep his sanity, just like clinging to the weeds on the ground in a strong wind.

"not me."

"I told you I knew nothing, so you were expecting how I would respond."

Anyway, as long as he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, Anson would be helpless.

Anson, "Then why did my eyewitness see you at the scene?"

Harry's heart sank. "Slander."

The survival instinct was speaking, "Anson, if you just want to find a scapegoat, you can vent your dissatisfaction and anger on me. I know I shouldn't be here today."

"Trust me, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I apologize for my actions here today, but if you want to put all the blame on me, you are wrong."

"This practice only allows the real criminals to escape unpunished."

He was eloquent and argued his case, looking like he was ready to sacrifice his life.

Even Lucas couldn't help but doubt at one moment, could it be that their judgment was wrong?
Anson seemed to be shaken as well, and he raised his chin slightly, deep in thought.

The air settled in silence. Before I could blink, the sunset outside the window had already fallen below the horizon. However, the city sky became more and more brilliant and brighter because of the lights of the tall buildings.

Then, Anson showed a meaningful expression.

"You mean, an eyewitness who has no grudge against you testifies against you for no reason? He may have never even met you, but he still testifies against you?"

Lucas glanced at Anson, because they couldn't be 100% sure it was Harry.

But Lucas didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Harry, curious about Harry's response.

If Harry was indeed wronged, he should be feeling extremely aggrieved now.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at Anson with uncertain eyes, because Harry couldn't confirm whether Anson was lying. What if there really was an eyewitness?

Harry was confused, again.

"Who knows. Maybe, maybe the witness was bribed by the culprit, and he sneaked in and took pictures in this way, and then left in the chaos, and finally threw out a random name through the witness, put the blame on someone else, and passed the buck quietly."

Quick wit!

Harry was really good. His survival instinct burst out with amazing energy. He managed to come up with a set of excuses in a flash, and it actually made sense.

However, Lucas was able to be sure that the culprit was the sweet-talking guy in front of him.

Because of the details.

Harry knew too many details -

The culprit was someone who snuck into the crew, caused the accident while taking photos, and finally left in the chaos.

It seems natural and seems to be the routine of paparazzi's daily life; but the sense of reality of witnessing it with one's own eyes does not lie.

The most important thing is that the fundamental flaw here is that Harry doesn't know who the "eyewitness" is. This eyewitness cannot be the insider who helped the paparazzi sneak into the crew and frame Harry, so the whole theory loses its foundation.

In every aspect, Harry is gradually revealing his true colors.

However, Harry himself was unaware and continued to speak passionately about his own transformation; but the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made, and he even inadvertently revealed some details that Anson and Lucas had no way of knowing for the time being -

The puzzle of the whole situation is a little more complete.

Lucas' heart was beating wildly and began to hurt because he was so angry and anxious. He had to use all his strength to barely control the urge to smash his fist into that face.

Harry didn't notice. His only thought now was to distance himself from the matter and try his best to prove that there was a dark force out there that was deliberately slandering and framing him because they were jealous of TMZ, and that he had nothing to do with Anson's injury.

"...No! It's not me! One hundred percent, I swear on my mother's life!" Harry was firm and confident. He had used all his power, as if he was confessing to Jesus, with a sacred face.

Throughout the whole process, Anson remained silent and just stared at Harry quietly.

Until the words were all finished, Anson looked at Harry, whose chest was heaving violently and whose cheeks were red as if on the verge of exploding, and let the silence spread quietly.

From passion to silence, from volcanic eruption to glacial intrusion, the huge gap from extreme to extreme makes it difficult for people to adapt for a while.

Anxiety quietly spread.

On the verge of suffocation.

Then--

"Okay. We'll continue investigating."

Anson said.

Harry was stunned: Just...that's it?
He had just given a passionate and lengthy defense, and in the end Anson gave such a response? How should he respond?
Something was not right. Harry vaguely felt that things were not that simple, but his brain could not wrap its head around it for a while, and only his emotions were surging.

The words were stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak, like a mouthful of thick phlegm that made me itchy.

Anson didn't get a response, but didn't mind, "You can leave now. Sorry, I can't provide any photos of the hospital."

Harry:…

Finally, he was able to escape from here, he was finally able to escape from the devil, but why did it not feel real and his body still couldn't move?

"Are you still waiting for an escort?"

"If you don't leave now, I can't guarantee that you will be able to leave safely."

Harry's knees trembled slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he could see a figure standing up, blocking the light from the floor lamp, a tall shadow covering the entire room -

"I didn't say you could leave." Lucas' voice came slowly.

Harry started backing away, "But Anson..."

Lucas, "Anson is Anson, I am me, we still have accounts to settle, don't worry, I won't call the police, the police getting involved will only make things worse."

Not calling the police?
Harry looked down and saw Lucas's slender figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was much stronger than Anson. The answer was already clear in his mind.

Damn it.

"Anson, Anson..." Harry called out again and again -

What's going on between the two Wood brothers? Why are their styles so different?

Harry quickly turned around and fled, opening the door of the ward and rushing out.

The security guard in the black suit, who had returned at some point, and Harry stared at each other. The man in the black suit obviously didn't understand how Harry got in, but Harry didn't care anymore.

Lucas' voice came from behind, "Catch him."

Harry was shocked. Was Lucas planning to resort to lynching?

He showed up in Anson's ward, but was intercepted by Anson's brother. It was probably in vain to be beaten. Even if it was exposed, he would not win sympathy. What's worse, he didn't take a photo of Anson, so the beating was purely in vain.

No, no.

Harry couldn't care less and ran away.

At this point, he no longer cared whether it was a hospital or not. Harry burned his life and ran at full speed, performing a life-and-death race, just hoping that his legs could save him.

Run, Harry, run!

(End of this chapter)