The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 282: The Storm of Public Opinion (2)

Hearing this, the heavy boulder that had been weighing down on Helen Lloyd’s heart was finally lifted, and she let out a soft, quiet sigh of relief.

Once a prominent figure in the entertainnt industry like Louis York willingly offered his proactive assistance, they truly had nothing left to worry about regarding the internet water army running rampant online.

In fact, with the extensive and deep-rooted connections of Golden Era Entertainnt, Louis York possessed ample resources and tactics to completely and satisfactorily crush the seeds of these rumors, which was far better than continuing to sit around waiting for orders from Ethan Caldwell or Julian Sterling.

Everyone had their own domain of absolute dominance, and naturally, they would possess the most ruthless and thorough thods to resolve matters within the field they understood best.

Having worked for many years, Helen Lloyd thoroughly understood this fundantal rule. She also knew better than anyone else that if she were to refuse help out of foolish pride at this critical mont, stubbornly maintaining the status quo to wait for Ethan Caldwell’s explicit instructions, the situation on the internet would only slide further into an abysmal state.

The boss was already incredibly furious about the troubleso incident that occurred last ti. This ti, the level of the malicious attacks was even more cruel and vicious; they used the filthiest, most degrading words to judge and insult Julian Sterling’s character, with the written sentences becoming increasingly grating and unbearable to witness.

If they did not take swift action to pacify this malicious wave of public opinion, once Ethan Caldwell saw those filthy words with his own eyes, given his volatile temperant, she feared he would instantly fly into a blinding rage and entirely level everything in his path.

Weighing the pros and cons in a re fraction of a second, Helen Lloyd finally lowered her voice and spoke with utmost sincerity: "Then I must trouble you, thank you, Mr. Louis."

"It is no big deal at all. Just focus your efforts on securing the scene, whenever your boss finishes his personal matters and his mood stabilizes, give a heads-up. Ah, Kieran Talbot is also on his way to your location right now. Rember to keep a close eye on your communication devices to receive him."

"I have noted it down, thank you once again."

"Goodbye."

Upon finishing his sentence, Louis York decisively hung up the phone; the dial tone sounded exceedingly dry, yet it unexpectedly brought a profound sense of reassurance.

Helen Lloyd put the phone down, her chest heaving as she let out a long breath to dispel the lingering tension, and then she turned to gently pat Colin Grant on the shoulder: "Alright, from this mont onward, you no longer need to keep your eyes glued to the screen to worry about this public opinion issue. Focus all your spirit and energy on handling the boss’s upcoming matters."

Colin Grant had not yet completely snapped out of his state of confusion; he blankly raised his head. "Huh? But the situation on the internet right now is still a massive, chaotic ss..."

"Louis York just stated that he will personally mobilize his personnel to deal with it conclusively. We do not need to intervene any further in the battlefield over there, just leave everything entirely to the professionals."

Earlier, when answering the call, Helen Lloyd was careful not to turn on the speakerphone, so Colin Grant, who was standing right next to her, completely failed to hear the contents of the conversation.

At this exact mont, hearing his superior announce that Louis York would personally take on the entire responsibility of cleaning up this disastrous aftermath, Colin Grant felt as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted off him, and he exhaled forcefully. Well, having a top-tier figure in the entertainnt industry directly step in to resolve the issue ant that their network would undoubtedly perform significantly better than a bunch of outsiders, and consequently, they would also be able to breathe a lot easier.

In truth, it was not as if they had not previously considered the idea of spending money to hire dia companies within the entertainnt circle to handle and suppress the distorted information.

However, when looking for people to operate in the shadows, one absolutely had to find soone who was entirely trustworthy. And in this treacherous circle of fa and fortune, the most powerful and reliable individual for Caldwell Empire was none other than Louis York himself. The bitter predicant was that this man possessed a noble status, and his position was far higher than theirs. When all was said and done, they were rely a group of salaried assistants, without a direct order, how could they dare to audaciously show up at the door and disturb the boss’s close friend?

Therefore, even though their hearts were burning like a roaring fire, they had been forced to stand helplessly outside the door earlier, waiting for a response from Ethan Caldwell and Julian Sterling.

"Fortunately, the help arrived just in the nick of ti."

Colin Grant breathed out a long sigh, feeling significantly more relieved as well.

But he could not remain at ease for very long. The atmosphere had barely cald down for a few seconds before the mobile phone inside Colin Grant’s pocket suddenly began vibrating violently, accompanied by a piercing ringtone that violently tore through the tranquil silence of the night. This ti, the incoming caller was the internal security personnel whom he had secretly stationed at the ground floor reception lobby area to monitor and grasp any and all volatile movents.

The mont he pressed the answer button, a rushed, extrely panicked voice transmitted from the other end of the line: "Colin, a massive incident has just occurred down here! Suddenly, an expensively dressed woman leading a large group of strange n barged right into the main lobby. They do not resemble staying guests but rather a mob of bloodthirsty paparazzi. They are tightly gripping caras and recording equipnt in their hands, and the cara flashes are glaringly going off everywhere. The woman leading the pack is screaming at the top of her lungs, explicitly claiming to be the biological aunt of Gemma Thornton, and declaring that she had to co here today to catch the adulterers in the act on behalf of her niece."

If this were an ordinary day, when faced with these kinds of noisy, dramatic romantic disputes, Colin Grant would definitely and coldly order the bodyguards to throw them all out by their necks, his attitude blatantly being: what does this utter nonsense have to do with us?

But the dreadful situation of tonight was entirely different. Whenever soone brought up the matter of catching a cheater on behalf of Gemma Thornton, the sharp spearhead would unquestionably be aid straight at the na Thea Lockwood. And according to the sar campaign script concocted by those malicious masterminds pulling the strings of public opinion online, that supposedly promiscuous character Thea Lockwood was, at this very mont, still in the sa place, engaging in wild, passionate acts with their esteed boss, Ethan Caldwell.

Colin Grant quickly covered his mouth and lowered his voice to urgently relay this entire critical ergency to Helen Lloyd, before using a stern, commanding tone to instruct his subordinate down in the lobby to continue shadowing them closely, absolutely forbidding him from taking his eyes off that chaotic mob for even a second.