Shea fell silent upon hearing this.
Casper looked at his pseudo elder brother: "A white cut black, impressive."
Baby Hawthorne snorted, pretending not to hear the sarcasm.
"Since we’re all on the same page, what we need to do now is to thwart the witch mother’s plot, solidify mom’s position, and ensure they don’t divorce."
The other two nodded in agreement.
"Excellent, a triangle is the most stable shape in the world, so from now on, we’re forming a golden alliance. We are the golden triangle. Now, let’s assign tasks, Casper my little brother, you are responsible for tracking down the fat old pig and that band of clowns."
"Got it, the master here is going to strip him and his ancestors down to their underpants. Dare to covet Raina, let alone dream of being this master’s old man, he’ll regret ever being born." Casper cocked his legs, fingers flying swiftly over the keyboard, acting all high and mighty.
As for Claire’s minions, they’re even less of an issue.
"Shea, you’re in the entertainment circle; take care of internet stuff."
Shea squeezed the chubby paw, his angelic white and charming face showing a ferocious smile, instantly turning into a demon.
"Dare to blacken my mom, watch me greet their entire family."
Seeing both instantly spring into action, Baby Hawthorne withdrew himself and started on his task.
Evan Rivers was a small-time programmer at the biggest video website in the country. Recently, a scandalous event within a certain domestic elite had attracted countless attention, causing a rapid spike in website traffic; he had been working overtime for a week.
Returning to the office from the restroom, Evan was amazed to discover the previously lifeless office had become utterly bustling.
"A hacker attacked the server, the entire website has crashed." The rightful source is novel⚑fire.net
At the same time, major websites globally were compromised, the whole network crashed; internet experts worldwide appeared, yet could not find any problems, causing widespread panic, with rumors of alien invasion and doomsday proliferating.
However, this internet catastrophe miraculously disappeared after an hour.
The first internet catastrophe in human history, which occurred on May 9, Mother’s Day, was also known as the 509 Event, Mother’s Day Event.
The 509 Event became one of the world’s top ten unsolved mysteries.
No one knew that the orchestrators of the first internet catastrophe in human history were just three five-year-old children.
And their motive was simply to protect their mom.
"Wow, indiscriminate full-line massacre, compared to you, I’m just a kind little white rabbit." Casper was disgruntled, simultaneously feeling a bit intimidated by his pseudo elder brother’s white cut black facade.
Baby Hawthorne closed the laptop, his stern gaze faintly glancing at his silly little brother.
"Those who offend my mom, though far, must be punished."
Casper’s heart shuddered slightly, inexplicably thinking this white cut black brother was a bit handsome, what to do?
Not long after, Shea also closed the laptop and came over.
The three little ones reconvened at the table.
"Now report your results."
"The fat old pig’s ancestral underpants, and the Veridian Institute of Medicine’s clown info have all been collected." Casper instantly activated information sharing.
Baby Hawthorne nodded, then turned to Shea.
"Miss here makes three shakes in the entertainment world; I’ve already identified the public accounts secretly dragging mom down, each one gets a lawyer’s letter, no thanks needed."
"The Hawthorne Group has the world’s top legal team, feel free to proceed boldly, only one goal: no compromise, sue them to death." Baby Hawthorne said.
No need for him to say, the other two thought the same.