At this mont, NewHuman Entertainnt Ltd., under the Foster Consortium, fearing the world isn’t chaotic enough, extends an olive branch to Lawrence Winters, announcing a high-salary position for her in their public relations departnt.
In the public relations headquarters of Spencer Group, Sumr Spencer is alone, raging in her office.
She sweeps everything off the desk onto the floor.
The display screen crashes down first, its screen shattering on the hardwood floor.
Several small potted succulents tumble down, the white ceramic pots making a crisp sound as they shatter into pieces, the potting soil inside scattering like black spray everywhere.
A few semi-transparent folders clang to the ground, nearly hitting her foot.
In a fit of anger, she stomps on them, trampling the folders several tis before huffing and slumping back into her chair.
She hasn’t sat for long when her phone rings again.
This ti, it’s still her mom.
Sumr Spencer doesn’t want to answer, but can’t resist her mom’s relentless calls, finally gives in and answers the phone.
Before her mom can speak, Sumr Spencer angrily says, "Mom! Enough! If you think I haven’t done enough, then just have Molly Zimrman be your daughter! — Do you know how much trouble I’ve gotten into because of her ss?!"
On the other end is her mom, Hazel Winchester.
She’s not even fifty yet, well-maintained, and looks very gentle and delicate.
Seeing her tearful niece, Molly, beside her, Hazel sighs and says to her furious daughter, Sumr, "Sumr, I know you’re angry. I haven’t blad you. Besides, it’s not Molly’s fault..."
"Not her fault?! If it weren’t for her insisting on vying for a man, would we repeatedly find ourselves in such a passive position?!"
Sumr shouts into the phone, "Do you know how big of a deal this is?! Even Chief Gu joined in! Everyone at Yanda is criticizing Dad!"
Hazel quickly says, "But your dad is in such a remote place recovering. He doesn’t like to go online and doesn’t understand Weibo. As long as no one blabs in front of him, we can brush this over."
Sumr hesitates, "Really? Dad won’t find out?"
"Don’t worry, I’m going to be with your dad right away. You know, I used to be your dad’s private nurse, and my cousin is your dad’s legitimate wife. Even if he doesn’t consider my feelings, he has to think about his wife and Justus."
"Will big brother really help ?" Sumr breathes a bit easier, "Has he returned to the country?"
"Your big brother is my cousin’s biological son. In ancient tis, he would be considered the legitimate son, the only son. What are you afraid of? He’s been close to since he was a child, and he loves you as his sister. Don’t worry, everything will be fine."
Hazel really doesn’t take it seriously.
She’s been with Caron Spencer for over twenty years. What storms hasn’t she seen?
"Sumr, listen to . Online stuff only stays hot for two or three days. A new hot topic will co up soon, and will netizens rember who you are? Besides, they don’t even know it’s related to you..."
Hazel is almost done persuading Sumr when another call cos in from her sister, Spring Spencer.
Spring’s mom is Caron Spencer’s second concubine, Ava Harlow, from a much better family background than Hazel.
She was supposed to marry Caron as his legitimate wife.
The matchmaker said at the ti that Caron’s wife was gravely ill and would die soon, but instead, she has been ill for over forty years while Spring’s mom waited decades without going ’official’.
So now everyone calls her Spencer’s second wife, still just a concubine.
But she’s always been by Caron’s side, just like his formal wife.
And Caron’s real wife lives in another city year-round for her health, reportedly spending her days praying and chanting, the house turned into a temple.
Sumr Spencer has always liked to compete with her sister Spring, because she feels they’re the sa—they’re both concubines’ daughters, so why put on a first wife’s airs?
But this ti, she’s truly been dragged down by her mom’s family.
Sumr doesn’t dare answer Spring’s call, not expecting Spring to call her secretary.
The secretary knocks to hand over the call, and Sumr reluctantly takes it.
"Sis, what’s up?" Sumr asks a bit guiltily.
Spring says plainly, "Stop pretending, Dad already knows. You better handle those responsible imdiately, post on Weibo to calm everyone down, then co to Dad’s and apologize sincerely."
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