My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ C.695 - 694

695 Chapter 694

“Just because she’s our senior sister, does that mean she’s allowed to be unpatriotic?”

“I’m not okay with posting positive comments either! Why should we clean up her mess when she’s the one who screwed up and ran off?”

“Look, I admire Keira, but what she did was wrong! I’m not posting anything!”

“Me neither! Let’s stop. This whole thing is humiliating!”

“I trained in martial arts to serve my country, not to defend someone who doesn’t love it!”

“…”

The disciples who had been dutifully following Trevor Freeman’s orders now hesitated, all eyes turning toward him. Trevor saw those who had spoken up were the disciples knew to be particularly stubborn, so he frowned. “Your senior sister has her reasons for what she did. Who are you to judge?”

“I’m judging her as a patriotic man!” one of the disciples shot back, defiantly. “Are we supposed to go easy on her just because she’s your disciple?”

“I won’t do it!”

“And I’m certainly not going to humiliate myself by defending her!”

“Neither will I!”

“Me neither!”

“…”

More and more of the Freeman Sect disciples put down their phones, their expressions turning from confusion to firm resolve.

Trevor felt a surge of anger in his chest. “I didn’t train you all to just follow the crowd like sheep! Don’t you trust your own senior sister?”

One of them spoke up, “It’s not that I don’t trust her, it’s just… she didn’t grow up with us. She didn’t train with us from the start. How are we supposed to know what kind of person she really is?”

“Yeah, Sect Leader, what if you’re wrong about her? What if she’s actually a spy for another country? She defended Mr. Sims, and now I can’t even show my face around the Special Division!”

“…”

As the group continued to voice their grievances, Trevor’s frustration grew. “You ungrateful brats! You dare defy me? I said a thousand comments, and if you don’t hit that number, you’ll be in horse stance until you do!”

But the Freeman Sect disciples were known for their obstinacy. One of them immediately shouted back, “Even if I drop dead from this horse stance, I won’t defend a traitor!”

“Me neither!”

“Same here!”

“Count me in!”

As more and more disciples lowered their phones, they all glared at Trevor with unwavering defiance.

Trevor was practically trembling with fury. He could hardly contain himself as he pointed at them, shouting, “Fine! Just wait! You’ll regret this!”

He was confident that Keira would prove her innocence within the week, just as she had promised.

The others, however, stood their ground, their eyes locked on their leader as they stubbornly held their positions in the horse stance. “Then we’ll wait. We’re not afraid of you!”

Trevor was astonished.

Meanwhile, at the Special Division headquarters…

A group of agents gathered together, their focus on the live stream. Brian Dawson and Luke Dawson were watching along with the rest of the team, all of whom had felt the pressure from the Freeman Sect’s influence.

Luke, remembering how Keira had saved him in the past, couldn’t bring himself to speak ill of her. But the others had no such reservations.

“Heh, when she stood up for Mr. Sims, she probably didn’t think it would come back to bite her like this.”

“Yeah, just because she’s the Sect Leader’s prized disciple, she thought she could push us around. We couldn’t beat her in combat, but public opinion is another story!”

“Look at the comments—people are tearing her apart! Serves her right for backing Mr. Sims!”

Lately, Keira had been relentless in her efforts to protect old Mr. Sims, even assigning her own people to guard him day and night, fearing someone might betray him in her absence.

As someone mentioned this, they saw a delivery person hand Mr. Sims a bag of takeout food, which was promptly taken inside…

The agents couldn’t hold back their anger. “Is he under house arrest or on vacation? He’s even ordering takeout! This is ridiculous! What does that make us, the Special Division?”

“Of course, he’s getting away with it—he’s got Keera Olsen on his side!”

“Who cares how strong she is? We don’t need a senior sister who doesn’t care about our country!”

“Didn’t you hear? The Olsen family is holding a press conference to disown her, and word is the Freeman Sect might kick her out, too. If that’s true, she won’t be able to lord over us anymore.”

At this, they all turned their gaze toward old Mr. Sims’ study.

Meanwhile, Keira, who was at the center of all this, was sitting in the passenger seat of Lewis’s car as they headed toward the press conference.

Reclining slightly, Keira asked, “How long until Professor Brandt is safely home?”

“Half an hour until he lands,” Lewis responded calmly.

“Good,” she replied.