Chapter 663: Chapter 663: The Young Master Personally Debunks the Rumor Chapter 663: Chapter 663: The Young Master Personally Debunks the Rumor At night, Teddy slept between the two of them.
The little one was a year old now and was becoming increasingly restless, kicking the blanket off while sleeping. They had to tuck the blanket in tightly on both sides to keep him settled.
Once the little one fell asleep, Abigail and Brandon finally lay down.
Facing each other with a little sleeping one in between, the two were stunned at first, then burst into laughter together.
Brandon took out his phone, placing the little one’s hand in the middle. He first ford half a heart with his hand, then looked at Abigail.
Abigail instantly understood and completed the heart with her hand.
Click.
Brandon raised his phone with one hand and clicked a picture. He then logged into his seldom-used Twitter account, uploaded the photo, and added a caption: “The three of us.”
After that, he turned off his phone and cuddled the big and small one to sleep.
While they slept, gossiping netizens couldn’t sleep.
Kelvin’s team not only had to call the dia one by one to get them to take down the news, but they also had to ask Twitter celebrities to shift the focus of public opinion to Eva Bell and Bertha Swift, all the while keeping an eye on major entertainnt platforms to ensure the posts kept spreading.
But while they were trying to take down the posts, soone kept buying hot searches for these posts.
After several attempts, many bystanders were drawn in, believing that Brandon’s guilty conscience was the reason for the mass deletion of the posts.
Initially, only a small number of people were involved, but once the hot search hit, all the gossiping netizens logged in. Many were swayed by ghostwriters and began to dig into Master Brandon’s background.
The criticism towards Brandon grew, mostly attacking him for using won to climb the social ladder, being unfit for his duties, and that inheriting the Piers Group would only bring instability.
However, so people vehently promoted Bertha Swift, believing that she and Brandon, in terms of status, appearance, and looks, were truly a match made in heaven. They thought Brandon and Abigail holding an engagent ceremony was out of pity for her.
So even dug out photos of Abigail from before the engagent ceremony, where she looked fat and disheveled, comparing them with Brandon and asking everyone, “Do they match?”
This photo made the public sympathize with Brandon.
But the dical University students, especially Lena Locke and Ralf Harvey, were outraged and started a spat with the online netizens, insisting that Abigail looked especially beautiful now that she had slimd down.
Their voices, however, were too weak to change anything and only provoked the public’s ridicule.
After all, even if a 200-pound fat person slimd down in a year, how much could they slim down to? And even if slimr, could she be compared to Bertha Swift in beauty?
Many male netizens supported Brandon marrying the Swift family heiress. Female netizens, on the other hand, felt that although Brandon was excessively handso, having leniency in their hearts for beautiful n, they couldn’t bear the idea of such a stunning man marrying a fat girl.
The ghostwriters from the second branch saw the shift in public opinion and continued steering the issue towards attacking Brandon’s character, prolonging the verbal battle.
This led Daniel Piers to save money on the hot search costs.
While different groups were arguing intensely, soone ekly asked, “Wasn’t Master Brandon’s fiancée dead?”
This one comnt suddenly silenced the crowd.
But soon, an insider clarified, “She’s not dead. Rumor has it she was found.”
“Could the one found be Bertha Swift?”
“Who knows!”
So, ghostwriters and bystanders mixed together and started arguing again under this reply, and soone noticed Brandon had posted a tweet.
Different groups of people rushed to Brandon’s Twitter imdiately.
No one expected the person involved to respond, and so directly and bluntly at that. “The three of us” – didn’t this an that today’s dia reports were all baseless guesses?
Their family of three was fine, yet here they were eating their dogs’ food late at night.
The internet had a mory. Those who had witnessed Master Brandon’s live stream engagent rembered him saying that his fiancée had gained weight because of childbirth.
Wasn’t this family of three him, his fiancée, and their child?
The picture was also of a heart ford by a family of three hands.
Could there be a more direct way to refute the rumors?
…
Waldorf Hotel.
Bang!
Eva saw the picture Brandon posted, holding a glass of wine. The sound of glass shattering imdiately followed as she threw it.
She tried dialing Brandon’s number several tis, but it was always turned off.
She never expected her son to slap her in the face so rcilessly, blatantly telling everyone that today’s events were just a misunderstanding.
He didn’t leave any face for her at all.
Today at the scene, she personally pushed Bertha Swift out. Now everyone in their circle knew that her son wanted to marry Bertha Swift.
But what did the photo he posted an?
Moreover, Bertha also noticed that many online posts claid she was friends with Bertha’s mother, and she brought Bertha along out of elder love for the younger generation.
Ridiculous, she had despised the Swifts her entire life.
But if she had to choose between Bertha and Abigail, she’d pick Bertha.
How could that bitch’s bastard child match her son?
Thinking of how Henry had been infatuated with Minnie to the point of secretly transferring five percent of the company shares to her, Eva felt a wave of fury she couldn’t swallow.
Even though they were both long dead, she still couldn’t let it go.
Those who betrayed her would have nothing but bad endings, dead or alive. If both of them dying had left her in this world’s agony, she could only find solace in their miserable afterlife.
Sotis Eva couldn’t help but wonder, after death, were they finally together? Without her, without worldly constraints, were they already together?
That woman had made her life miserable even while alive, and now her daughter, who had a face that resembled hers, continued to tornt her.
Minnie ruined her love and marriage but wanted her daughter to marry her son? Absolutely not!
Eva stared intently at that family of three’s hands, suddenly recalling the photo of Abigail Green that Oliver sent her before. She dialed the phone imdiately.
Soon in the spreading voices, soone raised a question, “Are you sure this is the fat Abigail Green’s hand? No way!”
Imdiately, soone responded, “Yes, even if soone lost weight, their hands wouldn’t slim down that much. Could this be Bertha Swift’s hand?”
Ready to wash up and sleep, the gossiping netizens were reactivated. Soone quickly made a comparison photo.
Then everyone discovered that the hand Brandon showed didn’t match Abigail Green’s but resembled Bertha Swift’s.
So now, everyone was confused. Who exactly was in Master Brandon’s family of three?
Kelvin Max had just sighed in relief but found public opinion skewed again. Clearly, soone was guiding it. He thought it through and called Master Brandon, only to find it turned off.
Kelvin’s head throbbed. Under attack by netizens, how could he sleep so peacefully?
With no other options, since the boss was sleeping, he, the poor chap, had to continue the work.
Eva saw the results of the ghostwriters’ guide, her rage finally subsiding a bit. She then ssaged Bertha Swift, inviting her to dinner tomorrow.
Bertha had been watching the social dia drama unfold, understanding that Eva intended to console her. After careful consideration, she agreed.
When Bertha agreed, Eva ssaged Brandon, “Co to the Waldorf tomorrow, or I’ll go find her.”
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