The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 181 Where’s Your Photo?

It was a call from the troll army. Judging by the incessant ringing, Wanda could only assume that it was

something urgent.

Wanda was just about to answer the call when Fiona looked up from the prawn she was eating and frowned at the former.

Worried that she had offended Fiona, Wanda quickly silenced the call. “Cheers, Aunt Fiona.”

Appeased, Fiona smiled and clinked glasses with Wanda.

Meanwhile, Ivan was at his wits‘ end after failing to reach Wanda. The entire company was in chaos.

“Mr. Yarbrough, our server’s been attacked!”

“One of our accounts has been blocked!”

One bad thing happened after another.

It had taken a lot of time and money to build up those accounts. Now that they were gone, the company’s

business was at stake.

Ivan was close to hyperventilating. “Did you guys find out who’s behind this? Did we offend any hot and rising celebrities with our recent trolling?”

“No, we can’t find anything.”

means

thundered, “What do you can’t find

is way too advanced to be working for an entertainment agency,” the ashen- faced programmer

that we crossed a line with some mafia boss or something?” Ivan

disbelief.

Yeah th

wild.

his spine as he watched the background

to resolve the issue by

gritted his teeth. “Launch

“But those accounts have real IP addresses. If the police catch

only be using them for ten minutes tomorrow morning,” Ivan countered gravely. “I doubt

been vigilant about these things,” the programmer argued. “Someone could link us to the suicide

snarled, “It’s not our fault that woman couldn’t handle a little pressure! Listen up, people:

Where’s

what our

storage

was clear that certain people wouldn’t mind stooping low for the

for Empathy Clinic. He then cursed, “This is giving me the

channel was

sent Wynter a series of

maliciously reported your

it now, but it could

seriously. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom

just gone online when she noticed the messages piling into her inbox. She glanced at the lit–up

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