Damian Knight shrugged, saying, "I’m not jealous, just envious that you have such good friends."
"Your tone sounds even more bitter..."
"No way." Damian Knight raised his chin and said, "You should go back to school to review, I’ll handle the other matters."
"No need for reviewing or anything. I need to address Henry Stanton’s situation first. It’ll be resolved in a day or two anyway."
"Alright." Damian Knight nodded; he didn’t particularly want her to go to that school.
In the blink of an eye, it was pri ti for online dia at night.
During pri ti, the largest number of people browse online for news.
Damian Knight chose the ti carefully and contacted several major online dia simultaneously to release a piece of news.
After that, Damian Knight reached out to top artists from Knight Global Entertainnt to help share the news.
With the artists’ influence, the hot topic nad "177 Cracked Houses" entered the top ten of the hot search list, and before long it surged to the top, marked with the word "explosive."
An explosive hot search draws everyone’s attention.
Nurous passersby clicked into the hot search.
The news detailed the housing situation in Stanton Estate.
Among 180 households in Stanton Estate, 177 had cracked houses, with over a dozen hos already collapsed; many others were potential hazards, on the verge of collapsing at any mont.
The cause of all this was the local mining company, recklessly using blasting and excavation thods without considering the consequences.
What’s even worse is that this mining company had long been defaulting on workers’ wages, totaling over five million.
Most of the workers were local villagers living in extre poverty, while the mining company’s owner lived glamorously, having bought a house in Crestfall, and even planning to spend millions to build a luxury villa back ho.
The news was detailed and emotional, instantly igniting the anger of netizens.
Comnts surged rapidly—
"This Stanton Mining Corporation truly has no humanity! This is the worst of the worst. Henry Stanton should die!"
"Damn! I’m really shocked, how can such a corrupt businessman only get reported now? Arrest him! Sentence him for a hundred years!"
"A hundred years is too little; he should be buried in prison for a hundred years even after death."
More and more netizens clicked into the hot search, many began investigating Stanton Mining Corporation.
And coincidentally, Willow Grant also clicked into this hot search.
Henry Stanton?
Isn’t that Sumr Monroe’s father?
She chuckled coldly; with a father like that, how could Sumr escape??
In the past, Sumr must have used her status as the Stanton Family’s young lady to gain a lot of advantages, but now it’s ti for her to pay the price for those advantages.
Willow Grant logged into a side account and comnted under the hot topic.
"Hasn’t anyone noticed? The Midnight Coffee House ambassador, who many call a goddess—Sumr Monroe—her dad’s none other than Henry Stanton?"
Willow Grant finished posting the comnt, eagerly awaiting the netizens to direct their fury towards Sumr Monroe.
Most of the online users aren’t rational; with such a lead, surely there’ll be a large crowd criticizing Sumr Monroe.
Just as she thought, it’s exam ti, and Sumr suddenly takes leave—it must be guilt!
Truly, even heaven favors her, allowing such dirt on Sumr to surface.
The comnts were nurous, and to prevent hers from being drowned out, she intentionally hired paid posters to push her comnt to the top.
Willow Grant waited for a bit, then impatiently checked the replies to her comnt.
However—
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