Chapter874Sebastian’sStrategy
Doesn’t this mcan Cherise caused her mother’s death?
“I understand!”
With a determined breath, she reached for her phone, ready to execute her n. “Sam, let’s use our
But her phone was snatched away before her words could fully leave her lips.
“What are you doing!?” she snapped.
Ynda red at Sebastian.
“Are you foolish?” he chided.
“Using ourpany’s cyber trolls will eventually be discovered.”
In a smooth motion, he leaned backfortably and produced another phone, extending it towards
her. “Use this phone and find a local cyber trollpany in Adania,” he instructed.
“If someone asks who you are, say you are Gwenn.”
Ynda’s frown eased as the pieces of the puzzle fell into ce. “So when Damien investigates, he
won’t find us, only Gwenn?” she surmised.
“Yes.”
Sebastian’s casual yawn belied the gravity of his actions. “Gwenn has caused you so much trouble,
and it’s only fair to give her a little trouble in return, right?”
Cherise luxuriated in slumber until the clock struck two in the afternoon.
Emerging from her restful cocoon, she stretchednguidly and nced at her phone nonchntly.
The device blinked with urgency, indicating over twenty missed calls.
Among them, ten bore the name of Heather, five hailed from Dr. Penn, three from Lucy, and a pair from
Sebastian.
With a detached air, Cherise brushed off the mor for her attention, tossing the phone aside as if it
were inconsequential.
Their purpose was evident even without her inquiry.
It was likely that the chatter outside was abuzz with spections of her culpability in her own mother’s
demise.
However, Cherise had steeled herself for such conjecture.
Following a meal downstairs, she swiftly retrieved her resignation letter and departed through the door,
her resolve firm and unwavering.
On this asion, Cherise opted not to conceal herself beneath a hat or mask. She proceeded to the
research institute with a clear countenance and devoid of disguise.
Following this incident, she is no longer inclined to pursue a rted position in her career for now.
Indeed, Cherise harbored no inclination to remain in a research institute where
individuals would extend kindness just because Damien invited them for a meal, only toter disparage
her based on unsubstantiated gossip.
Yet, to her surprise, the reception was not as expected. Politeness reced sarcasm, and concern
reced disdain.
“You want to resign!?”
Dr. Penn’s shock mirrored her own as he beheld the resignation letter. “Why, Dr. Shaw?” he queried,
genuine concern etched in his features.
“You are such a valuable doctor, and finding someone of your caliber is truly challenging. I sincerely
hope you reconsider your decision to leave,” Dr. Penn expressed with genuine concern.
Cherise cleared her throat softly. “Dr. Penn, you must know the rumors circting about me.”
“My reputation is not good, so…”
“Your reputation?”
Dr. Penn’s eyes widened in disbelief. He swiftly retrieved his phone to show Cherise. “What
misconceptions do you have, Dr. Shaw?”
“Since releasing the video involving your parents this morning, you’ve garnered widespread admiration.
Who would dare to speak ill of you?” Dr. Penn exined, trying to dispel Cherise’s concerns.
Perplexed, Cherise turned to Dr. Penn. “The video of my parents?”
Observing Cherise’s genuine confusion, Dr. Penn furrowed his brow. “Dr. Shaw, you’re not aware?”
Cherise shook her head, her sincerity evident. “I did not know of it.”
“Well…”
Dr. Penn drew a deep breath and essed hisputer, swiftly locating the viral videos circting
online.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
Two videos surfaced, one featuring Beckham and the other Charisa, who had passed away five years
prior.
“Cherise is my daughter, and Charisa was my wife,” Beckham asserted in his recording. “I believe I
have the prerogative to address this matter.”
In the initial video, Beckham appeared aged, his stubble darker, and his demeanor wearier than
Cherise’sst encounter with him in Ziphon.