Howard Castle—

At the gate, countless media reporters surrounded here, waiting for Duke Philip, who was on bail, to return.

Soon, a black extended Lincoln sedan drove over.

Two BMW cars were followed behind.

When they arrived at the gate, the three cars slowed down in front of many media reporters.

The iron gate of the castle creaked open.

The reporters went crazy and surrounded the extended Lincoln and started an interview: "Duke Philip, can you give you a visit?"

"Sir, can you interview you?"

"Sir, is there anything you want to say?"

The BMW stopped behind and several black bodyguards came out from it, as well as the three sons of Duke Philip.

"My father is not feeling well and refuses your interview!"

"Please go back and don't disturb him to rest!"

Three people protect the black Lincoln sedan lane.

But those media reporters were still relentless.

At this time, Lincoln's car suddenly stopped and did not pass through the reporter's door.

The car window opened, and Duke Philip showed his face and said, "Okay, help me down, I want to say a few words to them."

"My father, you—"

"Don't talk nonsense, help me down!" Duke Philip ordered.

Helplessly, the three young men had to open the car door and—

Help Duke Philip get out of the car.

Duke Philip was sitting in a silver wheelchair with blankets on his legs, his face pale and haggard, and he looked sick.

When the media reporters saw him coming out, they hurriedly set up long spears and cannons, and slapped at him with a "crackling" sound.

The black bodyguards were guarding the front and wanted to stop these media reporters from taking pictures. Duke Philip waved his hand and signaled them to get out of the way, and then accepted their photos openly.

Those reporters did not expect the Duke to cooperate so much, so they became more courageous.

A white reporter couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Master Duke, what do you have to say about the accusation of the court of abusing your servants?"

Duke Philip glared at him without saying a word.

At this time, a bald man in a suit and ties next to him, who seemed to be the Duke of Philip's royal lawyer, stood up and asked, "Which newspaper do you belong to?"

“I’m from The Times.”

"Then I warn you that now the Duke is only appearing as a suspect, not a prisoner. He is innocent until the court formally pronounced his sentence!"

The reporter continued to ask: "But now that the evidence is present, even if you really go to court again, you will be found guilty, right?"

"Hmph, these are things that judges need to consider, and I have nothing to say about this!"

Another female reporter squeezed in front of me, "I am a media reporter for Today's News - I would like to ask the Duke, some people say that you are pretending to be sick on bail this time. Is this true?"

Before the lawyer could speak, the three young men were already furious, "What does it mean to pretend to be sick? God, haven't you seen what my father is like now?"

The lawyer: "These reporters, if you make random guesses, I can even sue you for slander!"

Female reporter: "…?!”

The atmosphere became very awkward.

At this time, Duke Philip suddenly coughed twice, "Cough cough, okay, don't make things difficult for her. She is also responsible for her. As a reporter, she likes to doubt and doubt."

After saying that, Duke Philip put on a kind smile and said to the female reporter: "You suspect that I was on bail because I was pretending to be sick, so I can tell you that I have a case certificate issued by the hospital; and if you still doubt it, you can go to the hospital to find out if all this is true or false?"

The female reporter was embarrassed. After all, the other party was a famous noble duke - a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Where is her identity? How dare she offend it easily?

Seeing that the female reporter had nothing to say, Duke Philip then swept the messy reporters around and said, "Okay, I know you have many questions to interview me, but it's a pity that I'm not feeling well and can't accept your interview for the time being. When I'm in good health, I will take the initiative to hold a press conference to give you a satisfactory explanation for the recent events."

After saying this, Duke Philip coughed twice again, then waved his hand, signaling his son to push himself in and get back in the car.

The media reporters watched Duke Philip return to Lincoln, and then spontaneously made way out, allowing three cars to enter Howard Castle.

Squeak!

The wide iron gate closed again, isolating the media reporters outside the castle.

...

Castle Hall—

The eldest son was pushing a silver wheelchair, and Duke Philip sat on the wheelchair.

Behind him is a group of people including the second young master, the third young master, the lawyer, servant, etc.

As soon as he entered the hall, Duke Philip reached out and shook off the blanket on his legs and stood up from his wheelchair with a "scarlet" of his hand.

At this moment, he was full of anger and his forehead was full of blue veins. He was not as sick as before.

"Dear Mr. Lawyer, tell me, how long will I have to pretend to be sick like this?" Duke Philip turned around and questioned the lawyer.

The lawyer was so scared that he shivered all over and hurriedly came up to the front and said, "Don't worry, Lord Duke, now I am trying to collect information to prove that the witnesses have mental problems... As long as the judge ruled that their mental state was different, they would not need to use their testimony."

"You said they have mental problems, but I think you have problems!" Duke Philip cursed, "One person can still use this trick to deal with it, but there are five or six of them! If you make them mentally ill, do you think the judge will believe it?"

"this……"

"Don't let this and that one go, just use money to deal with it!" Duke Philip said angrily, "The reason why they betrayed is not for money? I don't believe that they can't help but take money!"

"Okay, Lord Duke! I'll give it a try!"

"It's not to try it, it's a must!" Duke Philip pointed at the barrister's nose, "I don't want to go to jail! I don't want to go to jail for a day, an hour, a minute, and a second!"

Faced with Duke Philip's roar, not only did the barrister be so scared that he was silent, but even the three young men were not afraid to breathe.

"Shit! All of this is thanks to Song Zhichao!" Duke Philip cursed the lawyer and gritted his teeth and cursed Song Zhichao, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been today!"

"Yes, my father, now that Song Zhichao is so arrogant. Even the queen holds a banquet to entertain him!"

"Now his name is even known to the three-year-old in London!"

"I heard that he also appeared in Time magazine in the United States this time!"

There was a loud bang.

Duke Philip kicked the wheelchair next to him to the ground and said furiously: "I want to kill him! Yes, it must!" His eyes were fierce.
Chapter completed!