Chapter 184
You Handle This Mess Yourself!
The phone rang.
Ethan Roscente answered.
The cold voice of the legal counsel from his company came through.
Evidence collection was complete.
They reserved the right to pursue legal action.
He was warned to behave.
Or there would be no mercy.
Ethan's hand trembled slightly.
Deborah Melville snorted with derision.
Just lawyers trying to scare people.
Keep posting.
For every post he deletes, we post another.
The plan was ambitious.
Reality was harsh.
Every post was instantly deleted.
The promotion money was wasted.
Five thousand dollars, gone.
Deborah urged him to continue.
Ethan gave a bitter smile.
He was out of money.
Maybe she could provide some?
Deborah was silent for a moment.
Then try a different method.
Register more accounts.
Don't spend money, just keep posting.
Ethan hesitated.
Without promotion, there was no visibility.
No visibility meant no pressure.
Ethan Roscente wasn't taking them seriously at all.
Trying to use public opinion to pressure him?
Naive.
His assistant asked for instructions on how to proceed.
No visibility, ignore it.
Understood.
But Deborah and her son had genuinely disgusted Ethan.
They had even alarmed the corporate PR department.
The Roscente Group was now under Julian Roscente's control.
He was extremely busy.
He shouldn't have noticed such a trivial matter.
But his chief secretary was very capable.
She spotted the video as soon as it appeared.
She reported it immediately.
And instructed the PR department to prepare a contingency plan.
Julian knew his son.
One look at the video told him it was real.
He told his secretary to call.
He ordered Ethan to return to the family estate immediately.
...
When Ethan arrived.
Victoria Roscente stood with her head bowed beside Julian.
Not daring to make a sound.
Hearing footsteps.
She quickly shot him a look.
Be careful, your father is furious.
Ethan's expression didn't change.
He stepped forward and called out, "Father."
Julian's cold gaze swept over both of them.
Causing trouble right before the shareholder meeting?
Victoria spoke softly, trying to placate him.
They're just two troublemakers.
They can't stir up real trouble.
They won't affect the meeting.
Julian gave a cold laugh.
Flies are disgusting.
No matter what method you use.
Clean this up immediately.
There can be no negative publicity before the shareholder meeting.
He issued a final warning to Ethan.
Behave.
Do you understand?
Yes.
After the reprimand, Julian left in a hurry.
Ethan irritably loosened his tie.
I told you we couldn't keep Isabella Langley's baby.
You didn't listen.
You insisted on keeping it.
Now look at the mess.
I'm done.
You handle this yourself.
He turned and walked away.
Victoria, scolded by her husband and blamed by her son.
Trembled with rage.
It's all my fault?
Who have I been working so hard for?
You don't understand at all!
Go!
Just go!
Don't come back!
My husband yells at me.
My son is unfilial.
My grandchild is gone.
What did I do to deserve this?
After her outburst, Victoria collapsed onto the sofa.
But the problem still needed solving.
She took a deep breath.
She told the butler to find Deborah's contact information.
He soon provided a phone number.
Victoria composed herself.
She dialed the number.
Hello? Who is this? Deborah sounded irritated.
The video wasn't gaining traction.
Victoria identified herself.
Deborah's eyes lit up.
Her irritation vanished instantly.
Oh— she drew out the word.
She put on airs.
It's you.
What do you want?
It seemed the video had an effect.
Let's talk. Victoria said directly.
Deborah exchanged a look with her son.
Talk about what?
What do we have to talk about?
Victoria was so angry she laughed.
Stop pretending.
You caused trouble for money, didn't you?
Deborah's eyes shifted.
Don't say that.
I'm seeking justice for my daughter.
How is that asking for money?
Playing the victim! Victoria sneered.
Deborah gritted her teeth.
You're begging me.
Get your position straight.
No more nonsense.
How much?
Consider it a charitable donation.
A beggar?
Charity?
Deborah laughed angrily.
She had wanted money.
But Victoria's condescending attitude was infuriating.
She changed her mind.
What's the hurry?
Who tried to run us over just the other day?
Looked down on us?
Why are you calling now?
Deborah wanted the money.
But she wanted to humiliate Victoria first to vent her anger.
Victoria cursed her for not knowing her place.
She wanted to hang up.
But she remembered Julian's warning.
She held back.
Name your price.
Deborah sensed her impatience and disgust.
She refused to name a price.
What's the hurry?
Apologize first.
Victoria bit her tongue and endured it.
The driver wasn't paying attention.
I'll fire him later.
Deborah snorted.
What good is firing the driver?
You think that settles it?
Just paying up isn't enough.
What do you want then? Victoria's patience snapped.
Deborah said leisurely.
You need to show some sincerity.
Mrs. Roscente.
A chill ran down Victoria's spine.
A bad feeling washed over her.