Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Chapter 358 Beginning

The netizens are truly exploding this time.What’s the situation here?

Sophie Wilson is way too aggressive, isn’t she?

The elder just said a few words, and it warrants a lawyer’s letter?

In no time, the online discourse was all against Sophie Wilson. Even those few who supported her got fiercely attacked to the point they didn’t dare to speak up anymore.

Seeing this situation in the company, Mason Wilson immediately called Emerie Wilson: "Emerie, was it you who posted the lawyer’s letter online?"

"Yes." Emerie said confidently, "Even now, you all aren’t solving it, so I have to find my own way. I let the netizens judge who’s really at fault."

Mason Wilson’s veins throbbed on his forehead, and he asked, "Do you think the netizens are your parents who will unconditionally pamper you?"

"Bro, what do you mean? Are you saying I was wrong? What did I do wrong?" Emerie got anxious as soon as she heard, "Isn’t it all because of..."

"As long as you don’t regret it." Mason directly interrupted Emerie’s words and hung up the phone.

Emerie was now furious and picked up the phone to call Ophelia Wilson, pouring out her grievances: "...Ophelia, what do you think your father means by this? Why does he insist on being partial to that Sophie Wilson?"

"Uh, maybe Dad is considering that Sophie saved my mom back then." Ophelia said hesitantly.

"Even sister-in-law doesn’t know how to help me talk to Sophie!" Mentioning this made Emerie fuming; when she came back to ask Clarissa Taylor to discuss it with Sophie, Clarissa outright refused.

How is this even like a family?

"Hmph, I don’t need them, I’ll just let everyone judge for themselves." Emerie complained to Ophelia angrily.

izens commonly go online.

Similarly, Grace Wilson’s post, along with the video in it, had been shared countless times already.

So many people almost crashed the forum.

At eight-thirty, Charles Seymour glanced at the time, raised his hand, and coldly said two words: "Begin."

Instantly, the elites in the entire meeting room sprang into action, with the sound of keystrokes merging into a continuous stream.