Chapter 721: Chapter 721 Missed_1
The Old Mistress didn’t believe it; she even wondered if this was just a coy ga of rejection and invitation by Purple Sumrs? After all, who could resist wealth and power?
Was this child too young, never having tasted the allure of influence, hence ignorant of its splendor?
Or perhaps, this really was a misunderstanding, and she wasn’t Christopher Simonson’s child at all?
The Old Mistress’s thoughts were complicated as she stared silently at the television.
Old Master Simonson made a phone call to inform his trusted subordinates that due to Purple Sumrs’ public interview, they had to revise the contingency plan they had prepared the night before.
While waiting, the interview on the television continued.
The host was famously sharp; they never held back when criticizing politicians.
Confronted with Purple Sumrs’ ordeal, the host expressed strong dissatisfaction with the current election, “…What should have been a solemn and sacred event has turned into such an enormous lie, using any ans necessary to vie for approval ratings, deceiving the public. I don’t want to question the character of the candidates in this election, but I can’t help asking, what has beco of this country?”
Next, in the show, Purple Sumrs claid her birth father’s surna was Ruan, and her birth mother’s Xu. To assert her identity, she also presented a family photo.
In the photo, a young couple held a baby, and it was clear to see that the man bore so resemblance to a younger Christopher Simonson, thus explaining why Purple Sumrs could look so much like Simonson.
The host asked, “Ms. Sumrs, now that the facts have been clarified, is there anything else you would like to say to the audience?”
“I hope the journalists camped outside my ho will leave soon because of this, I haven’t been able to attend school for two days.” Purple Sumrs smiled with a hint of irony, “I think that presidential candidates should first learn how to care for the future flowers of the nation, before understanding how to care for the entire country. Please campaign rationally and do not bring harm to the innocent.”
“Yes, I think after this incident, Ms. Sumrs has taught our future president a very good lesson,” the host responded and then asked, “What are your plans going forward, Ms. Sumrs?”
“Oh, I plan to visit my hotown to offer so paper money to my birth parents. They must have been quite startled down there…” Purple Sumrs said.
The host laughed heartily.
…
Purple Sumrs’ interview, intentionally arranged by Alexander Sumrs and Gavin Graves, spread swiftly across major online platforms.
Overnight, the situation reversed: those who initially insulted Simonson as a faithless man began to condemn the contestants for their vile tactics.
The public hated being fooled!
Though it was unclear which candidate was framing Simonson, the one with support ratings closest to Simonson’s beca the primary suspect, with his numbers plumting dramatically.
The Simonson Family’s operational team responded in a tily manner, and Simonson’s support ratings rose once again, even surpassing previous levels.
Reputation restored, the campaign progressed smoothly, yet the atmosphere in the Simonson household remained tense.
The only person who might be happy in the family was Violet Nelson.
But she dared not show the slightest joy, moving more cautiously in her daily conduct, declining many invitations in favor of staying close by the Old Mistress’s side.
In the evening, after concluding a public speech, Christopher Simonson returned ho and went to see Old Master Simonson in the study as usual.
The study was filled with smoke, with the old man holding a cigarette, his aged face as still and undisturbed as an ancient, tranquil pond.
“Dad, you’re getting older, the doctor advised that you should smoke less.”
Old Master Simonson glanced up at him, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and said lightly, “How was it today? All go smoothly?”
Christopher Simonson nodded gently, “The voters were very enthusiastic, the atmosphere at the scene was good.”
“It seems the impact of the last incident has settled down,” the Old Master sighed deeply, “but as a result, we missed… the only chance to acknowledge the Simonson bloodline.”
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