As soon as Jas Reed sent out a ssage, the internet exploded.
But this ti, instead of cursing Jas Reed, people were congratulating and blessing him and Ophelia Wilson.
Even the insults towards Ethan Seymour had decreased significantly. Of course, there was a comnter who cut through the noise: "Ethan Seymour just didn’t want to get caught himself, that’s why he agreed to the marriage! What a coward! If he had the guts, he would stick it out! If he did, I would respect him as a real man!"
"Can’t you speak a little more kindly? They’re a family, does it really have to get that ugly? Isn’t it better for everyone to take a step back?"
"Exactly, exactly! Seeing Jas Reed and Ophelia Wilson, I believe in love again."
"Hey, do you think Jas Reed might be marrying Ophelia Wilson because of pressure? If so, I would lose respect for him!"
"No worries, no worries. If he ends up being a man who doesn’t keep his word, we’ll all boycott Seymour Corporation’s products! If he tricks even his own family’s heir, their products can’t be any good!"
"Right, right!"
"That’s it!"
"Support!"
When Jas Reed saw these reactions online, his mind went blank, and his vision darkened—he almost fainted.
How could this happen?
He still wanted to divorce Ophelia Wilson as soon as possible, are these netizens crazy?
They actually said they would boycott Seymour Corporation’s products if he divorced?
The most outrageous part was, there were even real-na signatures supporting this?
This was actually a separate webpage, and the number of registered nas kept increasing. Every ti the page refreshed, Jas Reed felt the temperature drop a few degrees.
"Jas, what’s going on?" Ethan Seymour burst into Jas Reed’s office, demanding an explanation.
Fortunately, he still retained so sense, closing the door to Jas Reed’s office before speaking to keep outsiders from hearing.
"I don’t know either." Jas Reed shook his head in discomfort, "Dad, online stuff is just a heat of the mont. After a while, it’ll calm down and no one will care."
"Really?" Ethan Seymour questioned in a low voice, "Are you sure this isn’t Ophelia Wilson’s doing? So she can stay with us for life, she found people to set this up."
"I don’t think it seems like her." Jas Reed self-reflectively thought he understood Ophelia Wilson.
Ophelia Wilson had always relied on Albert Fletcher’s connections, and now that she’s left her agency, she couldn’t possibly find a Mariti Force to influence online opinion that even he couldn’t trace.
"But..." Jas Reed stopped short, shaking his head.
"But what?" Ethan Seymour asked.
Jas Reed didn’t respond, continuing to shake his head.
This response nearly drove Ethan Seymour insane: "But what? Speak up already!"
"Dad, do you think it could be my brother?" Jas Reed finally said with a bitter smile, "If my brother did it, he certainly has the capability."
Ethan Seymour’s expression changed, flickering between different shades, then he turned around to leave.
"Dad, Dad!" Jas Reed followed after him.
Jas Reed couldn’t possibly persuade Ethan Seymour, especially since he didn’t honestly want to.
Because he always felt there was soone behind this pushing things along, and who could that person be?
Only Charles Seymour!
"Dad, I’ll drive you there, will that work?" Jas Reed said helplessly in the parking lot, "Your mood right now is really not suitable for driving."
"Fine, you drive, we’re going to his company!" Ethan Seymour compromised, sitting angrily in the car.
When Jas Reed and his company got to Peace Group, they found out that Charles Seymour wasn’t there; he hadn’t gone to work at all.
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