Speaking of which, according to the witnesses, these two won had should also be involved with that girl’s hard life.
"While the murder investigation is indeed still under investigation, Houser Cerra will definitely be punished for selling Miss Nadia, ultimately causing her death."
"Huh? What’s this got to do with her?" Ginna gasped. "I knew it! How unlucky!"
They were only questioned about Houser’s schedule and what they knew about his connections. They were purposely vague about the locations, lest they accidentally make the situation worse.
Because the case with the late Miss Nadia was already certain, the officers hadn’t asked much about her, so these two won had no idea there was a connection at all.
Seeing them react like this, however, made the policen feel even worse for the poor woman who had been murdered.
What kind of bad luck to be born in a family like this?
Soon, the car carrying Houser and the lawyer left. The reporters were left behind, and they turned around to see the mother and daughter pair acting pitifully. Even if they didn’t know who they were (a few actually did), just a few searches would give them their identities.
More interestingly, it seed like a video from the arrest was spreading out, so a number of people had stepped forward to reveal stories about this family. Each of them was juicy!
The reporters looked at the won with greedy interest.
Luke sneered and stepped away from the won to give space to the reporters. The sharp-nosed reporters surrounded the two, and so even t Luke’s eyes. Luke nodded, giving a signal that they could ask whatever they wanted to ask. As long as there was no physical contact, this was fine for a while. They might even glean so clues.
These two were definitely not under the police’s protection, and the reporters acted like fish underwater.
"I heard that the murder indictnt is practically guaranteed. Do you have any plans on how you’d handle your husband’s incarceration?"
"Do you have anything to say to the victim?"
"Did you know anything about his plans?"
"What is the property he exchanged his own daughter for?"
"Is it worth it?"
A barrage of questions was thrown in, overwhelming the won. Ginna’s face looked hideous in anger, while Carina looked pitiful as if she were being harassed.
Carina was smarter than Ginna and kept her cool, despite her own high blood pressure spiking. Ginna, on the other hand, could not hold her face, especially when Houser’s ex-wife was brought out.
"Is it true that you killed the first wife?"
"That has nothing to do with !" Ginna said, voice octave taking a step higher. She had been spoiled by Houser, and her temperant never matured.
It could be said that Houser married her because she was an idiot.
His daughter, on the other hand, knew how to use her beauty and femininity well, hooking a few n to follow her whims. For example, so of the reporters who had been rather aggressive in his questioning softened up when his eyes t hers.
So female reporters saw Carina appearing pitiful and sneered, throwing even more striking questions.
"Miss Carina. According to our investigation, you are the schoolmate of the victim, Nadia, your half-sister, and that you have not made school life easy for her. Do you have a comnt on this?"
"What? I...I have never done that!" She said, voice soft. "You...you can ask my schoolmates. None of them would say I have hard my sister at school!"
Yeah, because she encouraged others to do so, getting the results she wanted while keeping a clean image.
"Have you ever questioned your mother why you and Miss Nadia are so close in age? Isn’t it the case of a husband killing the wife—and now, the daughter—to make way for the mistress?"
Ginna practically jumped at the reporter. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
This was only the beginning. Even if the two won escaped the reporters, the gossip and looks directed at them would not stop anyti soon.
...
The public ate this issue up, and by the next day, this was already shared millions of tis. The family received none of this money from the exposure, and all they could be were to beco social pariahs.
[Wow! Such Drama! Soone write a script!]
[Isn’t this type of script seen so many tis already? ...and I never get tired of it!]
[Am I the only one who feels super bad for the dead daughter? Gosh!]
[I am a classmate of those two. I can attest that the older daughter is indeed treated as a maid. Don’t think she’s so gentle and such, but the way she can order the other girl around is definitely not of sisters.]
[I have a cousin just like this! I bet she’s the kind to subtly suggest to her suitors that making the dead girl suffer would make her happy!]
[The older woman couldn’t even hide her hideous expressions! Doesn’t she know her botox would look weird if she keeps it like that?]
It went so viral that even the ’pitiful’ Naia—who had just discovered the joy of doom scrolling and was chewing so sunflower seeds—saw the posts. There were even s and gags related to it.
There were even so skits that copied the mother-and-daughter, doing even more exaggerated motions and sarcastic comntaries. It was hilarious.
It had been less than a day. The internet is amazing.
Then there was soone who made a summary of the story, including the scandals of the previous generation, into a nice five-minute video compilation. There were even so witness accounts, interviews of schoolmates, and neighbors.
Naia grinned and downloaded the video after paying the original poster. She reposted it, unblurred, with a fake account. She even spent tens of thousands of danas for advertisents to ’spread the word’.
Heck, she even paid for subtitles so it could be spread all over the world.
Seeing her post getting more and more views and shares, despite spending much less than the apocalypse advertisent, she smiled. This was definitely money well-spent!
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