I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 300 Sabyrean Butterflies

“Don’t worry, all of you. I’ll upload these photos online once I’ve tidied them up.” Mr. Smith promised.

“You should upload them online,” Melanie encouraged.

She looked at Nelson, who had gone all silent, and said, “We’re not targeting anyone here, but this rare extreme weather that happens only once in 30 years is a reminder for us to wake up from our stupor. Safety issues in such extreme sports must be addressed thoroughly,”

Just then most of the bikers with minor injuries walked out. They were on their way to another larger hospital for further recuperation and rest. The bikers who were more severely injured were also pushed out in preparation to be transferred to another hospital facility for more professional treatment.

The terrible states that the bikers were in made everyone present fall silent.

John saw that all hopes of smearing Jones Enterprise’s reputation were lost, and seized the chance to flee in a hurry with his men, for fear that the reporters might recall what he said and bug him over it.

The reporters aimed their cameras at the injured bikers. “Do you have anything to say regarding the incident?”

“We will pursue this matter to the end! We won’t just forget about this incident!” some bikers said, agitated.

“Yes! Two legendary extreme bikers had their legs amputated. They have no hopes of being in the sport for the rest of their lives! Let’s not talk about losing the ability to pursue their passion for extreme sports!”

*Please calm down, everyone. We have engaged our lawyers, who will contact you in time to come. We’ll provide you with adequate financial compensation!” Nelson’s assistant was still trying his best to salvage the

company’s image.

and said clearly, “Many bikers‘ livelihoods depend on the award money they win from professional races. Their

what the bikers

the bikers themselves, financial compensation isn’t the only thing they need. Be they legendary extreme bikers or ordinary biking hobbyists, they want the honor

to all bikers who didn’t have the chance to complete the race, which was suspended midway.” Melanie said, speaking

broke out amongst the surrounding bikers, some of them with tears welling up

eyes.

occurred during the mountain bike race. The internet was filled with comments berating

surrounded him, bombarding him with so many questions he wished he could dig a hole and bury

vehicle. A male colleague handed them two cups of piping hot coffee, which Mr. Smith

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the international competition. Thank you for the inspiration you gave me,” Mr. Smith said with a twinkle in his eye

it based on your own merit.” Melanie said

kept

things out of context, I’ll arrange for a public relations company to contact you and make sure your photos are accompanied

I’ll go with

Smith went on, with a furrow of his brows. “What should I name this series of photos? I can’t think of a good name, no matter how hard I

said. A suggestion sprung forth as she looked through the photos.

yet they continue to soar through the harshest of winters

pleased,