The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 809

He fully understood the power of the internet. He knew that the negative impact behind these ten hot search topics would be devastating! “Mr. James, something went wrong. We’re suspended!” Leo rushed in with his computer, extremely agitated. Of course, Robbie realized the reason. He glanced at Leo and said anxiously, “Quickly, drop the hot searches. No matter how much it costs, we must drop them!” In an instant, the entire mansion quickly became busy, and various phone calls came in and out. On the other hand, Robbie sat limply on the sofa with his eyes wide open. He was staring straight at the hot search topics, and every topic was labeled

‘hot’. Ten minutes passed. Not only did the hot searches not drop, but they were getting more and more popular! Leo reappeared at the door, his eyes blank. He felt like he was sobbing without tears. “Mr. James, it’s over. We…

We can’t drop them! There are too many people. More than 100 big accounts, hundreds of millions of fans!” Thud! Robbie directly rolled off the sofa. The secretary on the side trembled in fright as she hurriedly ran to help him up. She said, “Mr. James, are you alright?” “F*ck off!” Robbie was enraged. He kicked the secretary away, staggered to his feet, and said,

enough, five minutes later. Anna handed a phone to Philip and said, “Mr. Clarke,

My name is Robbie James, the general manager of Beaver Media.

At this time, Philip still had to poke at other people’s wounds. Robbie was also taken aback, and there was a fire burning in his chest, but he had no choice. “Mr. Clarke, let’s not beat around the bush. What will it take for you to stop?” Robbie asked. Philip pondered for a moment before he said, “Let’s play a question game.

please go ahead.” Robbie bit the bullet

Robbie nodded in agreement. “Face…” “Book.” “You…” “Tube.” “Go…” “Daddy.” “Oh, Mr. James is too polite.” Philip laughed abruptly. “In that case, isn’t it justified for Daddy to teach you a lesson?” Robbie was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was being tricked. He suddenly roared in a rage. “Mr. Clarke, what exactly do you want from me?! I’m not a person to be trifled with so easily!” “Hehe, a cat on a hot tin roof already?” Philip said coldly with a bite

laugh. “Hahaha! Mr. Clarke, I have to say that your methods are brilliant. You have both money and connections. However, if you want to destroy me, I’m afraid you’re getting ahead of yourself! It’s not a