"You know you can’t sue us, so you try to pressure me with public opinion. Do you really think that just because someone posts something online, you can extort money from me?"
As she said this, she gave Joseph Wood a meaningful smile, which unnerved him even more.
"You might not understand us rich kids with nothing better to do. With a lot of money at home, we start companies just for fun. If the company doesn’t work out, no big deal—we just shut it down and go back home to inherit the wealth."
Greenhill Ainley: "..."
CEO Campbell’s display of the "rich kid attitude" was truly repulsive, but admittedly satisfying to hear.
"But you are different. With someone backing you, you’ve played this whole charade, written an article that seems credible but misleads people. Besides attracting the curses of ignorant netizens, it hasn’t really affected me much. I’m used to the luxurious life of a rich kid, but it’s different for you. Spread rumors and slander, and I can get you imprisoned."
While she spoke, her tone remained light and breezy, her demeanor smirky throughout, yet her words turned Joseph Wood’s face deathly pale.
"I’m not short on money. I don’t mind paying you, but trying to force me with these tactics is wishful thinking on your part. I respond to soft approaches, not hard ones. Take care."
After intimidating him with these words, Elly Campbell stood up from the stool and glanced once more at Old Mr. Wood lying on the bed, saying:
"I hear you’re a student at the University of Science and Technology in Alaska, with a bright future ahead of you. If you end up in jail, what future could there be?"
At this, she paused, lifted her chin arrogantly, "Let alone the fact that your deliberate rumors caused our company’s stock to halt trading, the losses it caused. Just with the connections I have, setting you up to be imprisoned wouldn’t be a problem, understand?"
She was like a gentle hunter, watching Joseph Wood’s face grow increasingly pale, and smiled, "Do you know my surname? It’s Campbell."
After dropping that line, Elly Campbell left the hospital room without a second glance at Joseph Wood’s increasingly pale face.
Greenhill Ainley, who followed Elly Campbell out of the room, was seeing this young and shrewd chairman scare someone with her family background for the first time, and he couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Pondering over it, he then heard Joseph Wood cry out from behind, "I wasn’t the one who posted that thing online."
Elly Campbell’s footsteps halted. She turned back to look at Joseph Wood’s somewhat anxious expression and teased with a crooked lip:
"It doesn’t matter whether you did or didn’t post it. What’s important is that if I think you did, that’s enough. Wait for our lawyer’s letter. If I don’t sue you into dropping out, my name isn’t Campbell."
She continued, more relentless, "Also, the photo of Mr. Ainley hitting you—we’ve already obtained the hospital’s surveillance. These childish games you play are too green for me. Enjoy the rest of your freedom; it won’t last."
Finishing her piece, she walked out of the room with her chin held high, leaving Joseph Wood pale-faced and standing still inside.
Those waiting outside for her, their eyes still gleaming, thought that this time they would definitely extort a good sum of money, especially since they heard that this woman’s company’s stock had been suspended due to the incident.
To appease them, she would surely hand over money.
They had abandoned their jobs to come to the hospital and wait, all for the moment Old Mr. Wood received compensation, hoping to get a larger share of the money.