The netizens are truly exploding this ti.
What’s the situation here?
Sophie Wilson is way too aggressive, isn’t she?
The elder just said a few words, and it warrants a lawyer’s letter?
In no ti, the online discourse was all against Sophie Wilson. Even those few who supported her got fiercely attacked to the point they didn’t dare to speak up anymore.
Seeing this situation in the company, Mason Wilson imdiately called Erie Wilson: "Erie, was it you who posted the lawyer’s letter online?"
"Yes." Erie said confidently, "Even now, you all aren’t solving it, so I have to find my own way. I let the netizens judge who’s really at fault."
Mason Wilson’s veins throbbed on his forehead, and he asked, "Do you think the netizens are your parents who will unconditionally pamper you?"
"Bro, what do you an? Are you saying I was wrong? What did I do wrong?" Erie got anxious as soon as she heard, "Isn’t it all because of..."
"As long as you don’t regret it." Mason directly interrupted Erie’s words and hung up the phone.
Erie was now furious and picked up the phone to call Ophelia Wilson, pouring out her grievances: "...Ophelia, what do you think your father ans by this? Why does he insist on being partial to that Sophie Wilson?"
"Uh, maybe Dad is considering that Sophie saved my mom back then." Ophelia said hesitantly.
"Even sister-in-law doesn’t know how to help talk to Sophie!" ntioning this made Erie fuming; when she ca back to ask Clarissa Taylor to discuss it with Sophie, Clarissa outright refused.
How is this even like a family?
"Hmph, I don’t need them, I’ll just let everyone judge for themselves." Erie complained to Ophelia angrily.
Ophelia naturally comforted her with a whole bunch of words, but inside, she was secretly elated.
Let them make a fuss, the bigger the fuss, the worse Erie suffers, the more distressed Grandpa and Grandma beco, and the more they dislike Sophie.
Sophie will never return to the Wilson Clan, and everything from the Wilson Clan will be hers.
Online, the forums indeed exploded because of Erie’s response.
Sophie Wilson leisurely browsed the web, having no intention of replying, because when Grace Wilson had just posted, soone had already called her, telling her not to worry about it.
Since Mr. Seymour took over, Sophie was entirely relaxed to leave everything to him, and as for her... she was only responsible for watching the drama unfold.
Inside the company’s conference room, all the departnt elites gathered.
Each and every one were on high alert, staring intently at their computer screens, analyzing the data on it.
Their concentration was so intense it was almost frightening, as the graphs in front of them kept changing, like it was a multi-billion dollar business happening each minute.
The warm air whooshed inside the room; with so many people, apart from the sound of typing keyboards, there was no other noise.
Ti slowly passed, the night draped over the land, and those who’d worked the whole day started heading ho one by one.
Having finished dinner, those who didn’t go out to play just relaxed in front of their computers.
Browsing news, leisurely checking out gossip, watching movies, playing gas—around eight in the evening is when netizens commonly go online.
Similarly, Grace Wilson’s post, along with the video in it, had been shared countless tis already.
So many people almost crashed the forum.
At eight-thirty, Charles Seymour glanced at the ti, raised his hand, and coldly said two words: "Begin."
Instantly, the elites in the entire eting room sprang into action, with the sound of keystrokes rging into a continuous stream.
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