[The Lte family was so loaded, could they really not afford a few hundred hangers-on? Were they about to hit skid row?]


    [If you had ten grand in your pocket, would you hand it all over to some panhandler on the street?]


    [The prize money''s in the hundreds of millions - talk about deep pockets!]


    No sooner had the announcement for thepetition been made than it went viral, raking in hundreds of thousands of shares in less than thirty minutes.


    In just three days, it drew hundreds of thousands of eager applicants.


    Yuri hadn''t expected such a groundswell of interest and encouraged Brittany to go all in.


    Meanwhile, in Craneville, at a research institute.


    "His condition has stabilized."


    Elijah, who was tuning in to thetest on Brittany''s grand preparations for the Crown Jewel Design Challenge, let a shadow flicker across his eyes. "Okay."


    After nearly half a month of meticulous preparation, the preliminaries of the Crown Jewel Design Challengemenced. The Lte Conglomerate, with Brittany at the helm, had eyes on every application. Organizing thepetition wasn''t just a publicity stunt for YULI; it was also a ma for top-tier talent - potential hires for thepany.


    Brittany, with her discerning eye, sifted through hundreds of thousands of resumes, shortlisting over three thousand.


    Havingpeted in jewelry contests herself, Brittany was no stranger to the process. Now, as the organizer with a vested interest, she ensured the event stayed in the limelight, quickly climbing the ranks to be Craneville''s trending topic within a week.


    Brittany''s critiques were sharp, even rivaling the esteemed Judge Meyer, catapulting her to instant fame.


    Saskia had finally gotten a reprieve from morning sickness, only to see Brittany basking in glory, which left her fuming with envy and resentment. She had tried tond a job with the Lte Conglomerate years ago, only to be turned down by Yuri, who imed she wasn''t cut out for the corporate world.


    Yet now, the entire Lte Conglomerate seemed to be rolling out the red carpet for Brittany!


    How could Saskia not be green with envy?


    Thepetition heated up as it progressed, with several impressive designers catching Brittany''s eye.


    On the eve of the finale, Brittany wrapped up her work and headed back to the Lte Mansion earlier than nned.


    The new chauffeur, unfamiliar with the route, inadvertently drove near the vi Brittany had bought some time ago.


    Brittany felt a strange tug at her heart as she gazed at the vi, a pang of recognition stirring within her.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    The chauffeur fumbled with the GPS, and Brittany stepped out of the car, walked up to the vi''s gate, and stood there, lost in thought.


    "Miss, it''s time to go," The chauffeur finally figured out the directions and called Brittany back to the car.


    Back at the Lte Mansion, Brittany''s mind was haunted by the image of that vi; it felt all too familiar.


    That night, Brittany had a nightmare - a pipe as thick as an arm crashing down, mixing with the rain, the cold, hard drops sttering on her face, chilling and merciless.


    In the eastern part of the city, an rm red.


    An assistant''s voice cut through the chaos. "We need people here, stat! The patient''s awake!"


    The entire institute buzzed into action.


    "Notify the young master immediately!"


    "Get him a full medical check!"


    As Isaac opened his eyes, the first things he saw were the blinding lights and an unfamiliar face.


    "Hello, Mr. Salter. My name is Elijah Ulbricht."