The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 102

Right below this comment, someone with insider knowledge spilled some gossip, revealing Lago's "accomplishments" over the years, like kicking his daughter out once he found out she wasn't his biological child, neglecting his own mother in a nursing home, engaging in malicious competition with peers, and the reasons behind his current financial troubles-all laid bare without a shred of dignity left. netizens eating the gossip couldn't help but exclaim:

The

[See, this is what they call karma-it's not that it doesn't happen; the timing just wasn't right!]

[How can someone so wealthy treat his own mother and adopted daughter so poorly? Who would dare to do business with him? Anyone who partners with him must always be on guard against being cheated!]

"I'm currently house-hunting in Crescentville, and I didn't expect to be able to witness this kind of gossip; the internet is just too entertaining!"

I attended the Southville development bidding meeting for work, and Lago had no idea where he got the confidence, thinking the bid was in the bag. He was flaunting himself even before the results were announced, and then it all backfired spectacularly! He was dumb

[Hahaha, I can vouch for this gossmbfounded!]

[Wow! Did he know some insider informatio

advance? Did Did he use connections s to o bribe some leaders? Can someone look

in adva

into this person? I'm sure if you investigate, you'll find plenty!]

[Agreed, a social parasite like him living in such a nice villa deserves to be investigated!]

@Crescentville business bureau, wake up! Don't just sleep on the job!

Lago saw the last comment and cursed. Damn it! They even want to call someone to check on me! These deadbeats, I'll kill them!!!' Lago shouted at his secretary on the other end of the phone, "What are you waiting for? Have that person delete the video, delete it!" He was furious, anxious, guilty, and terrified; all these complex emotions collided together, and the nerves in the back of his head throbbed wildly. He felt like he was going insane.

What kind of mess is this?!' The secretary lamented, "Mr. Smith, I tried to contact this blogger before reaching out to you, but it's a private account, and she doesn't work for any organization. She completely ignored me and is impossible to contact..."

Lago lashed out, "She slandered my property and caused me losses; I want her to pay!"

analyzed some unsuitable feng shui positions based on what netizens exposed... As for the netizen who

"How did I end

hear, and people passing by his yard pointed and whispered Lago slammed the door shut and instinctively raised his phone to throw it on the ground. He lifted his hand high, but suddenly thought of something and stopped, only to

is Lago everyone. The company is in

now, but all his dirty deeds are also known

know who Lago was, but as the gossip spread, the

t a few hours, Lago and his house landed in the top ten trending topics on short video

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family and the Smith family face their comeuppance, and now Lago was reaping what he sowed-he

a few more days; when the public uproar grows bigger and the company shareholders

boss, why would you want to buy Lago's company? Isn't that just giving him

eyebrow, "Who said I wanted to buy his

was puzzled. "Then what do you want to do by buying

her index

Sean

"You'll

chip from her. Then he suddenly noticed something, "Boss, are you... in the bathroom?"

haven't told us where you live. You've left the Nelson family, so why

some things; let's talk later, okay?" Shakira heard some sounds outside, "I'll wash up first; you guys should rest early." After saying that, she hurriedly hung up the video call. Sean stared at the darkened screen, still a bit dazed.

eyes, "Do you think

Dating?" He immediately shook his head without thinking, "Our boss? She's a hardcore straight

Cathy

protected her chips and shook her head, "You ironclad straight

at her suspiciously. "What were you doing in there for an hour?" "Cough, do

of disdain on his face. "Get ready; we're

my bags? Where are we