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Chapter 299 | Have Proof

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Everyone turned around, and saw Melanie approaching.

She was wearing a jacket all covered in mud. Even the stray locks of hair hanging down the sides of

ther face had mud on it, which strangely accentuated her clean and bare face.

She stood right in front of Nelson, and looked straight at him, saying. “Mr. Hans, what you said just now

ws outright nonsense. Does it not prick your conscience?”

The reporters immediately surrounded, Melanie and bombarded her with questions.

“Miss Melanie, is Jones Enterprise the one to blame this time? Why did you and your team drive up the

mountain? Was it to see the racecourse for yourself and experience the thrill of extreme sports?

“Are you just going to believe his baseless claims?” Melanie asked calmly.

“So tell us, who is at fault?” The reporter urged.

“Of course it’s the organizer! The organizer insisted on achieving the same level of difficulty as that of

races abroad, yet neglected to achieve the same level of comprehensiveness and thoroughness of its

rescue and emergency response system. What’s more, the organizer demonstrated a severe lack of

concern for safety and security and a poor understanding of mountain racing conditions,” Melanie

explained calmly and cojecively.

“Do you mean to say that the organizer was negligent in the planning and technical aspects of the

event? the

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reporters asked again.

Melanie didn’t fear having her face captured by the cameras, and looked straight at them.

“I think that safety parameters and technical knowledge, no matter how good they are, are no

replacement for the sense of responsibility on the organizer’s part when it comes to actual operations

and running of the

event.”

“Don’t you dare hoodwink the media and slander others!” Nelson spat out angrily, leaning closer to

Melanie.

“Are you sure I’m slandering others?” Melanie turned around, and glared at Nelson. “You didn’t see for

yourself

how terrible things were on the racecourse. What right do you have to accuse me of lying to the media”

Melanie’s firmness made Nelson shut his mouth. Pain flashed past Melanie’s eyes as she went on in

front of

the cameras.

“Unfortunately, I just received the weather report that yesterday. Mount Coloss was hit by a series of

strong and cold winds, bringing extreme weather conditions and a huge dip in temperature that had

never been seen over the past 30 years. Yet, we had the misfortune of encountering it yesterday.

“In the second half of the race, most of the road surface on the mountain along the racecourse was

frozen. Over 1,000 bikers had no choice but to give up on the race and head back, shivering in the cold

wind and rain.

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“My colleagues drove up the mountain with thermal wear and jackets used for our company’s annual

wilderness training sessions. These supplies were key in us successfully saving the bikers.

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“Because the organizer failed to announce the cancellation of the race in time, many bikers who were

competitive refused to give up on the race despite the worsening weather. We had to persuade them to

give up on the glory of winning for the sake of their safety.

“In fact, the organizer even suddenly announced the shortening of the race duration by two hours.

Finishing the race under such poor weather conditions was an impossible task!”

“You’re the one making baseless claims now! You have no proof, who do you think will believe you?

Nelson yelled angrily upon seeing that Melanie seemed to have gained the upper hand. “The reporters

stationed at the base camp said that things weren’t so serious! Don’t you dare try to sensationalize

things!”

“Who said that there’s no proof? My camera is proof!”

Just then, someone else appeared behind them. He removed his cap, revealing a head thick with

brown curly

and long hair.

“Didn’t I tell you to chase him away?” Nelson turned around to ask his assistant at the sight of Mr. Smi

which made his brows knit with worry.

“What are you whispering to him about? Why don’t you say it louder so that the reporters can hear

you?” Mr. Smith taunted mockingly.

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Mr. Smith pressed the buttons on his camera. Nelson’s heart sank.

“Mr. Smith? What brings you here?” The reporters aimed their cameras at him, as if finding a pleasant

surprise.

“That’s right, it’s me. I wanted to take landscape shots of Mount Coloss yesterday. It was rare for the

place to encounter extreme weather conditions, which presented a golden opportunity for me to snap

some rare pictures.

“I didn’t expect to bump into a mountain bike race held right there. Yet, when I arrived at the base camp

to find out more, they chased me away because they were afraid of my camera! The reporters

stationed at the base camp had long been bribed by them.

“Subsequently, I followed Jones Enterprise’s rescue team up the mountain. I captured all the footage of

what happened that day with my camera!”

Mr. Smith showed the reporter standing right in front of the photos he snapped with his camera,

scrolling through them one by one.

“Employees of the media outlets and the organizer were playing card games and drinking in the base

camp. None of the rescue workers assigned to the refreshments stationed were in position.

“There was a huge storm in the mountain, and the bikers there were fighting for their lives. If it weren’t

for the Jones Enterprise’s rescue team, who put their lives on the line and rushed there in time, I

wonder what tragedy would have occurred,” Mr. Smith said boldly, the photos in his camera making an

even bolder claim.

The reporters took photos of the screen on his camera, snapping shocking scenes of what happened

that day.

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Images of the pitiful bikers hugging each other for warmth amidst the cold, biting wind and the rescue

workers cooperating with each other to save the bikers with all their might amidst the blood, sweat and

tears shook

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