Inside the car, Evelyn Clayton pressed the power-off button.
"So, that so-called boyfriend of Julia Lawrence’s..." Yara Reagan was at her breaking point, "is Soren Foster?!"
Evelyn Clayton slowly closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity, hardly able to believe everything she had just seen was real.
Rhys Jacobs’s face also turned slightly pale.
He certainly knew who Soren Foster was, Summer Monroe’s assistant, and secret lover.
"From the conversation, it seems Director Lawrence didn’t disclose any company matters," Rhys Jacobs’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he looked at Evelyn Clayton. "Director Clayton, what should we do next?"
Evelyn Clayton opened her eyes, a deep gloom in her gaze, "Find a way to locate Julia Lawrence. Yara, come back to the company with me for emergency PR—"
Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden loud bang from outside the car!
Suddenly, a stone was thrown at the front windshield, resulting in fine cracks spreading across the glass!
The three of them in the car all widened their eyes in shock, looking outside simultaneously—
They saw, without knowing when, a group of men and women in raincoats coming from all directions, each looking outraged, throwing things at the car windows and doors!
There were eggs and stones, and some brazenly wielded a brick, looking menacing and ready to smack it against the car door.
"Who are these people?!" Yara Reagan was stunned, and upon recovering, furiously tried to get out of the car, "Are these people crazy?! Is there no law?!"
Rhys Jacobs hurriedly leaned over to stop Yara Reagan, preventing her from getting out in a moment of anger, then quickly called the police.
Outside, faint sounds of cursing could be heard: "Evelyn Clayton, get out of the car! You’re the one selling shoddy goods and deceiving consumers, don’t hide up there!!"
The curses were incessant, as a dozen or so people surrounded the car. Evelyn Clayton wanted to drive away but dared not act rashly.
"It must be those following the trend online!" Yara Reagan trembled with anger, "Why resort to this trick again? Is it ever going to end?!"
Evelyn Clayton gritted her teeth, grabbed an umbrella, and got out of the car.
Rhys Jacobs didn’t have time to stop her, his face turning even paler with fright, "Director Clayton!!"
However, Evelyn Clayton was already standing outside the car. In the drizzling rain, she held the umbrella, her back straight, glaring resolutely at the crowd.
Just moments ago, the few who had been fiercely prying at the windows now appeared cowardly, stepping back a few paces, watching Evelyn Clayton with predatory eyes.
"Everyone, who are you people? Don’t you know this is illegal?" Evelyn Clayton sneered, "You accuse me of selling shoddy goods and deceiving consumers, but how many of you here have actually purchased the Gem custom series?"
"Stop making excuses! You’ve been exposed online now!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, instantly stirring up a hundred more voices.
Watching these people, seemingly self-proclaimed as righteous, blockade her path amid the rain, Evelyn Clayton found it utterly laughable.
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The instigators, their tactics are truly so low-grade.
"Everyone, you accuse me of selling shoddy goods, fine, then show me the receipts for your purchase of the Gem custom series. Regardless of the condition of the clothes, I will refund you on the spot! If you can’t produce them, then we’ll see each other at the police station, how about that?"
Before she finished speaking, a man in a raincoat came charging at her with a sinister face.
Evelyn Clayton’s pupils constricted sharply, instinctively ready to turn and get back into the car.
Inside the car, Rhys Jacobs and Yara Reagan were also terrified, hurriedly opening the doors to get out.
But at that moment, a figure suddenly dashed across the road, swiftly pulling Evelyn Clayton into an embrace.