Chapter 793
Vinson waved her off. “I‘m not jealous. I‘m just envious that you have such a good friend.”
“I can feel the jealousy in your voice.”
“You‘re imagining things.” Vinson lifted his jaw. “In that case, you should go back to school while I tie up loose ends.”
“No, there‘s no point in revising now. I‘ll deal with Henrick first. After all, it will be done in a day or two.”
“Sure.” Vinson nodded as he wasn‘t keen on Arielle going back to school.
Soon, it was primetime for the online media.
During that period, many netizens were online scrolling through the news.
After picking the right timing, Vinson contacted a few major online media firms to release the news concurrently
Thereafter, he contacted the major stars of Nightshire Entertainment and requested that they share it on social media.
Leveraging on the popularity of the celebrities, the news titled “177 Cracked Houses” became the top trending topic online.
Considering how hot it was, everyone felt the urge to click and read it.
The news described the condition of the residences at the old Southall estate.
There were a hundred and eighty homes there of which one hundred and seventy-seven had cracks in them. Furthermore, more than ten houses had already collapsed with more at risk of the same fate.
The cause had been narrowed down to Henrick‘s mine conducting explosive blasts indiscriminately. They were done so without any regard for the consequences.
Furthermore, the mining company delayed payment of its workers’ salaries and owed them up to five million.
The majority of the miners were local villagers who lived in abject poverty while the owner of the mine led an extravagant lifestyle. He had bought a house in Jadeborough and planned to rebuild his old house into a luxurious villa.
The news was so detailed that it triggered outrage among all the netizens.
The comments section exploded accordingly:
“Da*n Southall Mining has no heart at all. This is the most irresponsible company I have ever seen. Henrick Southall, you deserve death!”
“F**ck! I‘m really shocked at how long it took to unearth such an unscrupulous businessman. Arrest him and jail him for a hundred years!”
“A hundred years is too short. Once he dies, he should just be buried in prison.”
The more the netizens clicked to read the news, the more they investigated Southall Mining.
Coincidentally, Wendy was one of them too.
Henrick Southall? Isn‘t he Arielle‘s dad?
Arielle sneered.
With a dad like that, there‘s no way Arielle can escape. All this while, she must have leveraged her status as a daughter of the Southalls to gain many benefits. And now, it‘s time for her to pay the price for them.
Logging in with an alternate account, Wendy commented:
“Did all of you know that Arielle, the ambassador of Soir Coffee, is Henrick Southall‘s daughter?”
After she made her comment, Wendy patiently waited for the backlash to be unleashed upon Arielle.
Soon, the netizens, who were barely rational, began to direct their ire at Arielle.
Wendy then told everyone that Arielle had taken leave from school despite how close the exam was. Hence, it must be a sign of her guilt.
After that, she relished in her God–given luck which resulted in Arielle embroiled in a controversy.
Worried that her comment would be buried by those of other netizens, Wendy hired some professional trolls to maintain her comment as a hot topic.
After a while, she checked the replies to her comment with anticipation.
However…
