Chapter 388


    Meanwhile, at the Pearsons, Gordon had just stepped out of the study when a servant hurriedly came


    over to him with a parcel in his hands. "Sir."


    Gordon frowned as he swept his gaze over the box. "What''s this?"


    "This was deliveredst night, and it''s written here that… you should open it personally."


    He snorted derisively as he paced to the couch with his walking stick and sat down, saying coldly,


    "Who''s so great that I have to open this parcel myself?"


    The servant stood at the side and didn''t dare to make a sound.


    "Throw it out," Gordon instructed.


    "Yes, sir," the servant answered with a nod.


    Right before he left the living room, Gordon suddenly said, "Hold on."


    Immediately, the servant returned. Then, he ordered, "Open it. I would like to see what''s inside."


    The servant answered and opened the courier box, only to find a voice recording in the box.


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    Gordon jutted his chin out and gestured at the servant to y the recording, but after hearing the


    contents, he frowned. "What''s this?"


    His subordinate at the side answered, "Miss McKinney entered apetition recently, and this is


    probably her conversation with the organizer."


    An incredibly displeased look washed over Gordon. "Why is someone sending me their conversation?"


    "The Pearson Group is the organizer of thispetition, and when thepetition was ongoing, there


    were a lot of rumors questioning the authenticity of thepetition. They said that President Pearson


    told Miss McKinney thepetition rules in advance in order to let her win first ce, but these were


    all false usations. In the end, the one who won thepetition wasn''t her but someone else," the


    subordinate continued.


    Gordon narrowed his eyes in contemtion as he picked up the voice recorder and yed it again.


    Gordon was far from a fool. So, after he heard the information earlier, coupled with the contents of the


    recorder, he immediately understood the intentions of the person who sent him this.


    He sneered and tossed the recorder aside. "After all these years, this is the first time someone has the


    nerve to make me pull the trigger."


    But with this recording, I just need to pull some strings, and Aidan will be charged with abuse of power.


    This is an excellent way to snatch the Pearson Group away from him, he thought and ordered his


    subordinate, "Take this to our men. They''ll know what to do."


    The man immediately did as he instructed. Then, as he sat on the couch, deep in thought, he barked to


    the servant on standby, "Find out who sent this to me. The nerves of them to make use of me. I would


    like to find out who has such guts!"


    …


    At night, Leanna lifted her head from a pile of drafts and stretched out the crick on her neck. When she


    saw that it was alreadypletely dark out, she checked the time on her phone and saw that it was


    already 9.00PM. Yet, when she walked around the studio, she didn''t see Aidan anywhere.


    Didn''t the b*stard tell me to wait for him? So why isn''t he here yet? she wondered.


    When she was about to call him, she thought that he might be busy, so she gave up the idea and


    decided to look for him instead.


    After she tidied her things, she locked the studio door and drove to the Pearson Group.


    When she was halfway there, she suddenly received a call from Zoe. "Nana, did you see the news on


    the Inte?"


    "I''m driving now and didn''t check my phone," she answered. "What happened?"


    "Damn, I must really hand it to them. Some idiot recorded your conversation with Lewis and posted it


    on the Inte. Many people are now saying that thepetition was held because President Pearson


    wanted to promote you on purpose, and it has lost all of its impartiality. Now, the official Twitter ount


    of the Pearson Group and the organizers have been called to question, filled with keyboard warriors


    demanding an exnation."


    Leanna furrowed her brows. "When did this happen?"


    "About half an hour ago. I just saw it as well. Where are you now? Are you home already?"


    "I''m on the way to look for Aidan."


    "I think you shouldn''t do it," Zoe said. "I think the entire Pearson Group must be on tenterhooks now,


    and you may not meet him even if you go there."


    Leanna pursed her lips. "It''s okay. I''ll try to take a look, and it''s fine if I don''t get to meet him."


    After she hung up, she opened her browser and saw that this topic was trending, and there was even


    the word ''HOT'' at the end of the search, proving just how huge of a mess this was.


    She clicked on the first video, which contained a thirty-second voice recording. The beginning and end


    had been edited off, and only the part where Lewis said that he would let her brand have a special


    show was left.


    The parts of the conversation where she said she would consider it waspletely nonexistent, and


    there were a plethora of harsh criticisms in thements section.


    ''Heh, this is absolutely amazing. President Pearson is a loving husband indeed. To be able to do


    something like this, he''s really holding the g of capitalism high in the air.''


    ''As a designer myself, I''m disgusted by this. If he really wants to promote her so much, he should just


    throw in the money directly. Is there really a need to stage such a huge show? Does he take us for


    fools? This is outrageous!''


    ''Back then, when McK participated in thepetition, I already sensed that something was off, but I


    didn''t think that it would turn out this way. I just feel sorry for the designers who worked so hard on their


    designs and didn''t even imagine that this was all an inside job. In the end, they wasted so much energy


    and effort for nothing.''


    ''That''s a really grand show! At this point, I really take my hat off to McK. Even after the divorce, she


    could still wrap him around her little finger. She should publish a tutorial when she''s free.''


    In addition to these, many started to badger her in her DMs. Finally, she took in a breath, set her phone


    aside, and stepped on the gas pedal, speeding toward the Pearson Group.


    The Pearson Group was utterly shrouded in a depressing cloud, and nobody dared to get off work.


    Leanna went upstairs using the elevator and headed for the president''s office but saw Jonathan


    standing at the door quietly. "How are things?" she asked, approaching him.


    "Old Mr. Pearson is here," he murmured softly.


    A furrow appeared between her brows, and just when she was about to speak, she heard something


    being smashed inside the room like it had struck the wall.


    Jonathan immediately led her to the lounge. "Miss McKinney, please wait for President Pearson in this


    room."


    She nodded and took a seat on the couch. A couple of minutester, Jonathan returned with a ss of


    warm water.


    Leanna bit her lip before she voiced, "Did this issue cause a huge impact on the Pearson Group?"


    He answered, "This type of baseless usation doesn''t have much impact, to begin with, as long as it


    is rified. But as you know… Old Mr. Pearson has always wanted to rece President Pearson.


    So…"


    Although he didn''t finish his sentence, she understood what he meant. There was no doubt that the


    Pearsons were grasping onto this like leeches and refused to back down, using this as a tool against


    Aidan.


    Just then, Jonathan''s phone started ringing, and he said to her, "I''m leaving now, Miss McKinney. Call


    me if you need anything."


    "Sure."