Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 292 Livestreaming

"No, she didn't. It was..." The troll leader hesitated.

Makenna was impatient. "Tell me. Who did it?"

"Your ex-fiancé did," the troll leader closed his eyes and answered aloud.

Makenna was taken aback.

It was Jared!

Makenna gripped her cell phone tightly as if she was about to crush it.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and calmed down. "How's the situation online now?"

"Amber Reed's news couldn't be seen at all. The posts reposted by KOLS were forcibly deleted. Your status was still there, but it couldn't attract any attention anymore."

Speaking of it, the troll leader heaved a sigh.

Sure enough, being rich was so good. Money could operate the whole Internet.

Makenna's hand pinching her phone trembled. She was curious. "If I want to hype them up again, how much do I need?"

"Over six million dollars," the troll leader gave her an answer after quick math.

"Six million dollars?" Makenna raised her voice, looking extremely angry. "Why don't you rob the bank?"

The roll leader smiled bitterly. "Ms. Gardner, I didn't lie. You do need that much, as Mr. Farrell has spent over six million dollars suppressing the news. If you want to hype it up, you have to spend more. Otherwise, it'll be useless."

Makenna was so angry that she couldn't utter a beep.

Where was she able to replace six million dollars?

Although the Gardner family was wealthy, her monthly allowance was only two hundred thousand dollars. She would spend it all at the beginning of each month because she bought new arrivals of luxury handbags and shoes every month. After spending it all, she used Jared's money.

However, her engagement with Jared had been canceled. Before she woke up, Jared had already frozen all her credit cards, so she couldn't use his money anymore. She used her savings to hire the trolls and KOLS to hype up the news this time. She had almost spent all her savings.

She couldn't afford another six million dollars.

She also dared not to ask her father for it. The Trident Group had lost all its cooperation with The Farrell Group, and its capital chain had been broken. Her father wouldn't give her so much money to hype up the news.

Thinking of that, Makenna bit her lower lip and had an idea. Curling up her lips into an evil smile, she said, "Spread the news. I'll hold a live broadcast. Tell them I'll tell them how I was set up by Amber Reed in detail."

The troll leader's eyes lit up. "That's a brilliant idea. No one will be able to suppress it. Once it's suppressed, it'll prove Amber Reed has done it to you. Otherwise, why will she be afraid of your live broadcast? I'll do it now, Ms. Gardner."

"Go ahead." Makenna sneered.

At Goldstone Co.

A Maybach was parked nearby.

The rear window had been pressed. Jared frowned at the reporters outside the entrance. They all wanted to break in, quite noisy.

The security guards of Goldstone stood in a line, trying their best to stop the reporters.

However, those reporters were way too crazy. The more security guards stopped them, the harder they pushed.

Seeing that the security guards would not stop them, Jared picked up his phone. "Go help them and send those reporters away."

"Yes, Mr. Farrell," a rough low voice answered on the other end of the line.

The next second, right after Jared put down his phone, several modified cars bypassed his Maybach and stopped at the entrance of Goldstone.

The car doors were opened. Almost twenty men in black got down.

They were all above five feet nine with a stern and expressionless look. They had muscled shapes, looking quite tough.

All of them were professional bodyguards working for The Farrell Group. Each of them had gone through the strictest training. When they stood there, they emanated aggressive temperaments. Those noisy reporters quieted down as soon as they saw the bodyguards.

They wondered who those men in black were.

When they were confused, the bodyguards made moves. They rushed up and reached out to the reporters.

Then they lifted the reporters' collars and pressed them into the cars. The cars roared away instantly.

It happened in only two minutes. When the security guards of Goldstone Co. returned to their senses, there was no one in front of them as if they had an illusion just now.

They couldn't help wondering what had happened.

Where did those gangster-liked men come from?

Seeing the reporters were taken away, Jared started his car and drove towards the entrance of Goldstone.

In Amber's office.

Amber was talking about the stock market with the trading department. Suddenly, there were a few knocks on the office door.

She raised her head and looked over. When seeing Jared, she was startled. "You... Why are you here?"

Jared strode in. When he saw her widened eyes in surprise, a trace of amusement flashed through his eyes. "Yeah. It's me."

Amber put down the phone and frowned. "How did you get here?" she asked.

"Your coworkers dared not to stop me," Jared stopped in front of her desk.

Amber's lips twitched.

Goldstone couldn't compare to the Farrell Group. Besides, it relied on cooperation with the Farrell Group to develop stably. Hence, the Farrell Group was the financial supporter of Goldstone. In addition, Jared was the president of the financial supporter, so it was normal that the employees in Goldstone. Dared not to stop him.

It had happened last time.

Amber rubbed between her eyebrows. "All right. When you came upstairs, didn't the reporters stop you?"

She was worried that if he had been stopped by the reporters, then the world would know he had come to Goldstone.

In that case, those people online would attack her again.

As if he had realized what Amber was worried about, Jared pulled the chair and sat down. "Don't worry. I've let my men take away the reporters."

On the way to Goldstone Co., he had let the security company send him a squadron of bodyguards to send the reporters and the netizens with evil intentions away.

However, he didn't see any netizens downstairs earlier.

"Take them away?" Amber was taken aback. In a hurry, she walked to the French window and looked down.

Sure enough, she didn't see any reporter downstairs. She turned around and walked back to her seat. Looking at Jared with a complicated expression, she said, "Thank you." "Huh?" Jared was lost in thought, so he didn't hear it.

Amber thought he faked not hearing her and wanted her to thank her more loudly, feeling a bit upset.

However, thinking that he hadn't sent away the reporters only but also helped her suppress the news online, she had no reason to lose her temper on him.

Hence, she took a deep breath to calm down and bowed at Jared. "I said thank you. Thank you for sending away the reporters and helping me suppress the news." Jared didn't like it when she thanked him so politely. He reached out to pull her up.

However, Amber dodged before that and stood upright.

Jared's eyes darkened. He rubbed his fingers and put down his hands to cover his disappointment. He said, "You are welcome. You don't need to be so polite." "Nah. I should thank you. You don't have an obligation to help me do those things. I'll pay you back," Amber said solemnly when looking at him.

Jared frowned slightly. He wanted to tell her not to pay back, as he was willing to do it for her.

However, he also knew that Amber wouldn't accept it if he said so.

Hence, it was better this way. At least, she owed him a favor.

"Okay." Jared nodded.

Hearing this, Amber heaved a sigh of relief. Then she asked, "By the way, Mr. Farrell, why are you here?"☐☐☐☐☐☐