CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 327: SHE CAN’T STOP

Chloe Langley went to work, leaving Julian Lawson in the hallway.

People were bustling back and forth, hurried and preoccupied.

The sound of sirens outside was incessant, but Julian Lawson’s vision was blurred.

He could only see shadows moving back and forth.

Jude Chaucer stood next to Julian Lawson’s wheelchair, wanting to offer comfort multiple times, but he had nothing to say.

He was a witness to the whole event, seeing the entire situation unfold.

By this point, he couldn’t say that Julian Lawson was innocent.

Even though he was an employee of The Lawson Corporation, a subordinate of Julian Lawson.

Unaware of how long they lingered there, eventually, Julian Lawson moved.

Jude Chaucer quickly asked, "President Lawson, where are we going now?"

Julian Lawson looked at the sky outside the police station.

Julian Lawson struggled to speak, softly uttering two words; Jude Chaucer leaned closer and heard Julian Lawson’s voice.

"Alright." Jude Chaucer straightened up and wheeled Julian Lawson away.

...

On the other side.

Serena Sterling sat in the car.

The police had officially begun the search for Vera Hansen.

By any means necessary, as long as they caught Vera Hansen, imprisonment was a certainty.

But Serena Sterling couldn’t feel happy.

Everything that happened to her felt like a nightmare.

Those incidents were like painful, unhealed wounds on her body.

Serena Sterling watched the passing street scenes through the car window.

It was a relief that the car was moving fast, giving her the illusion that she was constantly moving forward, running, temporarily leaving everything behind.

She couldn’t stop.

She had to keep working, moving towards her goal.

She needed to fill her mind and body; only when her mind was crammed and her body exhausted could she momentarily forget some things.

"Sigh..."

Someone beside her let out a gentle sigh.

Then, Serena Sterling felt someone hold her shoulder, resting her head on his shoulder.

It was Silas Hawthorne.

He said nothing, just gently held her, temporarily burying her head in his chest.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, dripping down, soaking Silas Hawthorne’s clothes as she cried silently against his chest.

Silas Hawthorne looked sorrowfully at her slender figure, her unhidden white hair.

Painful in silence.

...

Online.

Connor Goldsmith was still leading Vera Hansen’s few remaining die-hard fans in resistance.

"Everything was just an accident, Leoric Nash overinterpreted it. Vera Hansen didn’t know anything; how could she have planned it beforehand."

"You can’t put all the blame on Vera Hansen just because her stomach cancer was misdiagnosed or because she was controlled and deceived by foreign institutions."

"The ’imperfect victim’ refers to Vera Hansen, don’t blame her for everything just because she has flaws; stop magnifying the situation! She’s not even wrong in a subjective sense!"

...

Whitewashing, frantically whitewashing.

Connor Goldsmith was exhausting his wits, trying to drag various groups into the mix to muddy the waters.

Suddenly, Connor Goldsmith was approached by the police.

"Hello, are you Connor Goldsmith?"

"Yes, I am." Connor Goldsmith, seeing the police, felt very nervous, not knowing what he had done wrong.

"Come with us."

Connor Goldsmith was on high alert, his team was also taken away with him.

When they arrived at the police station and he realized he was being asked about Vera Hansen’s case, he was initially shocked because he wasn’t aware of Vera Hansen’s hiring a killer.

"I was just in a business collaboration with her; I was part of her marketing team. She discovered me; it could be said that she was a benefactor in my career, so I..."

"I know helping her online was not great, but this is considered an unspoken rule in the industry."

Many celebrity studios have marketing teams like his.

But he didn’t expect Vera Hansen to be involved in hiring a killer and in criminal activities!

A shiver ran down his spine.

Connor Goldsmith immediately spilled everything he knew.

He talked for a long time.

"Currently, that’s all I can remember," Connor Goldsmith said, "If I recall anything else, I’ll definitely speak up!"

After he finished speaking.

Inexplicably, he felt relieved.

Finally, he didn’t have to bear the brunt for Vera Hansen anymore.

He even wished to stay at the police station a bit longer until the storm passed, until Vera Hansen was caught, and then he’d come out.

As long as he could present the record of fighting for Vera Hansen during this period, he believed countless entertainment companies would scramble to work with him.

Thinking about it gave Connor Goldsmith a headache.

He couldn’t believe how many excuses he and Vera Hansen had found to confuse the public, time and again, through so many, such massive issues.

...

Because Connor Goldsmith’s team was taken down, Vera Hansen’s remaining die-hard fans were without a leader online.

"Where is Goldsmith? Why isn’t the group leader responding to us?"

[Goldsmith] was one of Connor Goldsmith’s many online aliases.

"Did something happen?" someone asked, "It’s been three hours since the last instructions, where is Goldsmith?"

The people in the group echoed.

They speculated about what had happened, but no one guessed right.

At that moment — "There’s a new rumor about Vera online, what should we do?"

And a link was posted.

The group members clicked to see.

#Vivian’s Floral Studio Brawl Incident Severe Injury Victim Accuses Vera Hansen#

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Sophie: After so many days of treatment, I can finally move, and I’ve met with the police. Thinking back on the experiences of these days, I still find it unbelievable.

First of all, I will bear the corresponding responsibility because I caused others grave injury, and I know I deserved it.

Yet, these days, I’ve fought for Vera Hansen, got hurt for her, hurt others for her, took responsibility for her, leaving a life-long stain on my record, and may even face a sentence. Vera Hansen hasn’t offered me a bit of comfort.

No need for public comfort, no need for her to visit me, just a mention, or a private message, I would’ve accepted it.

But there was nothing.

She could speak online, yet couldn’t message me, not once. It was clear she wanted to distance herself from this; I’m truly heartbroken.

Thinking back on all I’ve done for her, I really regret it now.

Vera Hansen, give me an explanation!

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As soon as this denunciation surfaced, it quickly gained traction.

Many who were with her at Vivian’s Floral Studio came out to support her.

This could leave a permanent stain on the record, following for life!

In the group.

"What to do? Goldsmith, are you there? How should we proceed?"

But there was no response.

After a few minutes, as the discussion gained momentum, another person in the group said, "We can’t wait for Goldsmith anymore; we’ll do it ourselves, protect Vera!"

"Protect Vera!"

So, they immediately responded —

"Sophie, it was you who went, you who fought, now blaming Vera, what does that mean?"

"Yeah, you did it yourself, it’s absurd to blame Vera Hansen. How is she supposed to acknowledge you or message you?"

"Vera Hansen caught in an undeserved disaster."

Those who remained die-hard fans of Vera Hansen were no ordinary people.

And thus, Sophie, who once fought for Vera Hansen and was a former die-hard fan, revealed explosive information that could completely ruin Vera Hansen.