Chapter 12 Exposure

Clara Bennett smiled slightly, "Third brother doesn’t have a very good temper, would he act impulsively and hurt someone?" James Bennett calmly said, "Don’t worry, he’ll bang the drums and gongs to announce the good news. Even if he breaks something, the Bennett family can completely afford it." Clara laughed, "Then I must trouble third brother, please tell him for me, that I’ll prepare some delicious food for him tomorrow to reward him." James raised an eyebrow displeased, "Why is only third brother getting something, don’t I get anything?" Clara smiled and said, "Of course it’s not like that, all you brothers have worked hard. But, how can we not let dad know about this?" James thought for a moment then answered, "It’s all planned out, I’m also afraid that if Samuel Grant’s matter gets to dad, he’d be angry. So, I’ve already organized a trip, sending him abroad with friends, somewhere on an island where the signal is weak." Clara gave a thumbs up and praised, "Big brother still thinks things through the best." James laughed and raised his hand, gently brushing her hair once more. Back home, Clara immediately opened her computer to deal with things, first directly controlling some large accounts of internet ghostwriters. A message quickly appeared on their screens: Mysterious Person: [Good evening, I need to hire a few helpers to post some news.] Ghostwriters: [What?!] The ghostwriters were dumbfounded, thinking now even hiring them required a hacker intermediary? One of them quickly responded: [Please spare us from checking our computers, may I ask if this task is free?] The Mysterious Person replied: [Rest assured, I won’t check your computer content, just want to discuss work. This matter is very simple and has no false elements, mainly a piece of positive news about an event in the city park tonight, not pertaining to any celebrity’s private affairs.] After some communication, when the ghostwriters received the specific materials provided by Clara, they were all stunned. In fact, this piece of information was just a typical positive community story about a rescue event that happened at night by the bridge, with no complex background or insider story. The only noteworthy point was that the victim was a pregnant woman. In such a situation, everyone felt this job was really easy money, especially since the public would not tolerate acts against pregnant women. They quickly began the public opinion campaign. Meanwhile, Clara was eating a mint candy while finding more teams to cooperate with. The second message she posted claimed: The victim is the Foster family daughter-in-law, and her husband has been in a coma for three years, yet someone actually took the opportunity to harm her as she is pregnant. This greatly upset the Foster family! After reading the message she fabricated, Clara couldn’t help but laugh out loud. One must admit, these professional propagandists were indeed quite efficient; after receiving payment, they quickly boosted the topic’s popularity. Originally, this matter was just a positive social dynamic report, but because it involved a special group—pregnant women being harmed, it immediately attracted widespread attention and quickly climbed to the top of the hot topics chart. The internet was filled with similar angry comments, "The criminals are truly heinous! They must be severely punished!" Such things occurring outside bars are quite common, so girls should definitely protect themselves and not drink too much! Such persons should be severely punished, I think they should all face legal action. There were also a lot of skeptical voices. [What... a pregnant woman going to a bar?] [Shouldn’t she avoid alcohol if she’s pregnant? Really can’t figure it out.] Of course, there were also righteous netizens speaking out. Maybe she just got pregnant and didn’t know, or maybe she went with friends, any kind of speculation is possible. Clara leisurely watched the hot topics chart online, seeing the discussion grow hotter, with many calling for the severe punishment of those two guys. But she knew very well that this time, the public’s goodwill would likely be in vain. Daisy Stone would definitely have to face this issue on her own. Clara guessed she had confessed to the police in the hospital, taking full responsibility voluntarily. In doing so, Daisy couldn’t escape these negative impacts. Sure enough, Daisy said she wouldn’t press charges. She basically was slapping herself in the face, feeling extremely ashamed, "It’s all my fault, I was drunk, those guys said they would take me to have fun, and I agreed." The police frowned and asked, "Do you know them?" Daisy lowered her head and replied, "I don’t know them, I just thought it was exciting. Everything that happened was my own agreement, so I’m not reporting it." The police’s expression became more serious, "Do you know how worried Miss Bennett was about you? Is there any difficulty you’re facing?" Daisy sharply said, "I have no unspeakable problems. It was all my own fault, I’m sorry, Clara Bennett is not my sister, we’re just ordinary friends, her motives for doing this may not be pure." The police were speechless, never encountering such an ungrateful person. "Well then, if there’s anything else, contact us." The police added at last, "Miss Stone, your actions have disrupted public order, we will proceed with legal dealing and punishment according to the law." Facing all of this, Daisy said nothing more. After the police left, she lay on the bed alone, clenching her fists, hoping Samuel might come in to say a few comforting words, but he never appeared. Online, discussions about the incident were abuzz, while Samuel Grant was busy connecting with contacts to suppress the public opinion. The news that Daisy Stone was pregnant had already been exposed. "No one can find out that this matter is related to me!" Samuel thought, thankfully it’s night now, there’s still a chance to control the news. He had just hung up with the PR team when he received a call from his father. Samuel pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath before picking up the call, "Hello, dad—" On the other end, Sir Grant asked furiously, "What’s going on with you and Clara? Aren’t you two dating? Why did the third Bennett brother storm into our house?" Samuel’s face changed, and he asked with a dark look in his eyes, "Charles Bennett? What did he do at our house?!" Sir Grant roared, "The Bennett family has actually organized a lion dance troupe, and they were banging gongs, beating drums, and setting off firecrackers at our gate in the middle of the night. The entire villa area was disturbed, claiming to congratulate my eldest for continuing the family line while in a coma through his daughter-in-law. It’s the talk of the town, turning us into a laughing stock! What on earth is going on!" Hearing this, Samuel clenched his fists tightly. The Bennett brothers were truly despicable! Meanwhile, Sir Grant continued to shout furiously, "Call the police immediately! This is outrageous!" Samuel knew that calling the police now would only invite trouble. "Dad, don’t be impulsive." Sir Grant responded furiously, "Me, impulsive? After being humiliated like this, am I not even allowed to get angry?" Samuel took a deep breath, "This matter... we can’t involve the police." Sir Grant: "Why? We’re in the right, are we actually afraid of them?"