Love Comes To Me
Chapter 473: Genius Persona

Solomon won the title and the family was overjoyed.

Hector made a reservation at the best restaurant in the North District to celebrate his son.

Among Solomon's prizes was a certificate, which Mr Fletcher posted in the living room when he got home, and the trophy was placed on the living room cupboard, where it was always visible to guests as soon as they entered. However, what could have been a happy event has been maliciously twisted.

As it was a relatively big game, the local media covered it and the news was quickly edited and sent out after the game.

In previous years as well, people usually just read about it casually and knew it was there and that was the end of it, however this year was different because something happened to this year's children's winner.

There was a report that pointed out that the winner of the children's category was Hector's son, a title that was not worthy of the name, simply because the Rogers family paid a lot of money for the title in order to give their son a genius persona; in fact, Solomon's words were disastrous, but it was the really strong kids on the scene whose work was buried.

At the end, this article deplores the fact that it is because of the increasing number of such things and the growing unfairness in society that when did money become available to do whatever it wants?

Nowadays, netizens are already more or less hateful towards the rich, and when this story came out, hordes of people poured in with comments that were simply unpleasant to read.

There were also some more vitriolic remarks, such as saying Solomon was disgusting and that he should go to hell and not get in the way of others.

The nastiness of the net is simply trippy.

The Rogers family learned of the news over breakfast, Mrs Matriarch was so angry she lost her appetite, and Mr Fletcher was outright scolding.

Eloise is watching too, only the more she looks the angrier she gets inside and her hands are shaking!

Those people, how could they be so cruel, how could they be so cruel to a child, how dark their hearts were.

Solomon was unsure, looking at this and that, the adults were so serious, he was a little uneasy and called Eloise in a small voice: "Mummy ..."

Eloise, afraid of scaring Solomonbe, gathered her expression and held Solomon with one arm, patting him soothingly on the back, "Baby, it's okay, don't be afraid."

When Solomon was due to go to school, Mr Fletcher said, "I'm not going today, give Solomon the day off."

Hector grimaced and nodded.

He didn't want people pointing fingers at his son until the matter was cleared up.

Not wanting Solomon to know about this sordid business, Mrs Matriarch took Solomon to her room and before she left, she dropped the words, "Make sure you get to the bottom of this, and whoever hurts my grandson, be prepared to be held accountable to the end!" Mrs Matriarch's face was cold and solemn.

"Don't worry, Mom, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it." Hector said with a cold face.

Mrs Matriarch is really angry, in fact, who in the room is not?

Rupert grabbed his phone and grunted in exasperation as he exchanged dislikes with those online.

"Do you know the truth and are not afraid to get your face smacked when the time comes."

"Oh, just because you can't give birth to such a wonderful son doesn't mean that no one else can either."

"You're a sourpuss, lemon spirit, so shut up and be virtuous."

"Fuck, you're out of your mind, talking like that about a few year old."

"I'm pissed off!" Rupert slammed his phone down and fell back on all fours on the back of his chair, shouting, "Which son of a bitch, dare to come head to head, just know how to play dirty!"

After breakfast, the three of them went to the office as usual. On the way, just as the car drove to the entrance of the office, they saw a large group of people gathered there, all carrying long guns and watching intently. Hector looked coldly at the men, who had come just in time to save him the trouble of contacting the media himself, and pushed his way out of the car as a crowd swarmed around him.

"Mr Hector, may I ask, what do you think about your son buying a championship?"

"Hector, is the genius persona really that important?"

"Mr Hector, please give us an explanation, society needs positive energy, not this negative energy that relies on power and money."

One by one, questions were thrown around, everyone wanted Hector to answer theirs first, and everyone wanted to grab the headline, so they pushed their way in desperately. Eloise and Rupert got out of the car a step behind him and as soon as they got out, people immediately poured in towards Eloise as well.

With a cold sweep of his eyes, Hector shook the man back two steps, not daring to come forward again.

The tumultuous crowd was inexplicably quiet.

No one dares to come any closer, but they are reluctant to leave and only wait from a distance.

Hector looked over one by one, and those whose backs were swept by his gaze could not help but feel as if they were being watched by a poisonous snake.

Finally, Hector spoke slowly, "Firstly, my son has earned his championship on his own merit, and secondly, I will pursue the source of the rumours, so behave yourselves." The crowd of journalists looked on in disbelief, and that was it?

Suddenly, a voice came out from the crowd, "If you say it's a rumour it's a rumour, how can you make people believe it without proof, I don't believe it anyway, do you believe it."

The crowd remained silent; they didn't believe it, but they didn't dare to say it in front of Hector, and for a moment the scene was quiet.

The journalist, presumably a rash man, saw that no one agreed with him and grumbled, "You must not believe it in your hearts either, otherwise why would you come here?"

At these words, with a crash, the people around him retreated to either side, leaving a thin man of less than one meter seven standing alone.

He couldn't leave at this point or he would be too much of a wimp, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on, breaking the jar and saying, "Mr Hector, we just want the truth, you say that your son's championship was not bought, so fine, can you provide proof?"

Hector gave him a light sweeping glance, unexpectedly not angry, and said lightly, "My son is David Hockney's protégé, is that evidence enough?"

The youth looked bewildered; he didn't know who David Hockney was, but someone in the crowd did.

David Hockney, one of the most respected scholars in calligraphy, once sold a painting for eight figures!

However, didn't this master close his mountain long ago, and I didn't expect to take on a closed disciple.

The crowd looked on in disbelief, but if it was a David Hockney disciple, it would be a slam dunk to win the children's category.

After Hector finished, he didn't care what they thought, led his brother and his wife and went straight into the company building. No one dared to stop him again, and everyone was in a trance and in red.

"Maybe, it's a fake?" Someone questioned, but soon, someone swiped their phone and let out a shocked cry.

"Oh my god, David Hockney has registered a tweet saying that the Prince of Rogers family is his protégé!"