Howard Yates sighed in relief: "Otherwise, how could the Hawthorne Family accept a young madam with a disfigured face?" Miyi Yates looked at the mirror, at the red and purple scars on her arm, and the bleeding on the back of her hand, her eyes flashing with a hint of sarcasm. "You don’t need to worry. The red marks on my face will heal soon. It’s just that the injuries on my body are more severe and won’t heal in a short time." The most taboo thing in acting is being easily seen through by others. Endure a little pain now to achieve a greater purpose. This was a principle Howard Yates had taught Miyi since she was young. After all, she was his own daughter, Howard felt for her suffering, and comforted her, "You don’t need to worry about this. I’ve asked the Lockwood Family for some Muscle Regeneration Cream, and it should be here in no more than half a month." The Lockwood Family is the rumored family of pharmacists, with both the family head and heir being pharmacists. Many are willing to spend a fortune just to obtain a remedy from the Lockwood Family, but unfortunately, the supply is scarce, often requiring the speed of a thirty-year-old bachelor to grab one. If not for the small favors Yates Family had done for Lockwood Family in the past, they might not have obtained it this time. Miyi was not surprised, "Thanks, Dad, you went through a lot of trouble." After spending a while with Miyi, Howard stood up to leave, "Mr. Shaw from Veridia Group is coming from abroad. Hawthorne Corp. will likely hear about it. When Cian comes to see you, remember to mention it to him." "Mr. Shaw from Veridia?" Miyi furrowed her brows, "Dad, isn’t he a collaborator with Hawthorne Corp.? It’s not good to contact him privately." Howard dismissed it, "After you get married, the entire Hawthorne Corp. will be under your control. Just a business partner, what’s the big deal?" "But how did you convince him?" "It’s quite a coincidence. Mr. Shaw has been looking for his ex-wife and daughter for years. I told him I had seen someone who might be them in the country, and he immediately agreed to cooperate with us as long as I helped him find them." "Have you really seen Mr. Shaw’s wife and daughter?" "Searching for two people isn’t that hard." Seeing as Howard was determined to capture Hawthorne’s business partner, Miyi said nothing more. Moreover, if they could establish a connection with Veridia Group, the Yates Family’s company could rise several levels. Such a good opportunity is not to be missed. The heated discussion caused by the "Menstrual Pain Patch" had started to die down, but after Miyi was splashed with acid, the topic started heating up again. With the involvement of Yates Family’s marketing accounts and online trolls, the acid attack incident was driven to a fever pitch. While netizens felt sorry for the victim losing her uterus, the actions of Yvonne Shaw as the victim’s mother easily drew ridicule, even leading to online fights. [The criminal is Hogan Halloway, the general manager of Xylia. Why implicate innocent people? What the victim’s mother is doing is no different from Hogan Halloway’s actions.] [This lady is really pretty, with a touch of vulnerability in her regal demeanor. I’m definitely into this look! Luckily her face wasn’t injured, otherwise, I’d really curse Jeanette Shaw to death, hehe.] [Do you think before you speak? This woman is the owner of Xylia. Do you think she’s unaware of Hogan Halloway’s actions? Don’t be ridiculous.] [Let’s stick to the facts. I hope Jeanette Shaw gets the punishment she deserves. Her daughter may be innocent, but she certainly isn’t.] The rıghtful source is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 [Agreed, in my opinion, Jeanette Shaw and her daughter are no saints. Grabbing Xylia by the throat, and now they’re reaping what they’ve sown, ha.] As Ann Vaughn had guessed, online opinion started to shift towards Miyi’s side, becoming increasingly unfavorable for Yvonne Shaw and her daughter. If this continues, let alone win the lawsuit, it’ll be hard to say if Yvonne Shaw and her daughter can live peacefully in the future. However, Yates Family’s PR team is battle-hardened, buying no less than two hundred marketing accounts at the start. Ann Vaughn had no prior awareness of this kind of matter, and looking for people now was too late. Kenny, leaning against Ann Vaughn, heard her muttering and perked his small ears, turning his head, "Mommy, want to control public opinion? It’s simple, really." "What’s so simple about it?" Ann Vaughn shifted her position, turning the computer towards Kenny. "You can make an automatic comment upvote program, no need for online trolls." As he spoke, Kenny’s chubby little hands tapped away on the keyboard. Before long, the program was set. Kenny pushed the computer over for Ann Vaughn to see, "Look, Mommy, once the program auto-publishes the prepared blog posts, they’ll instantly hit trending, and in those negative Weibo comments, the unruly ones will be overshadowed by the program’s comments." What does it mean to be one-sided? This is what it means to be one-sided. No matter how many times those marketing accounts delete and repost, they’ll sadly discover. The comments below the Weibo posts aren’t the results they want! Ann Vaughn’s eyes sparkled, and she planted a heavy kiss on Little Dumpling’s cheek, "Sweetheart, you’re amazing!" Truly, having a genius at home solves everything. The Yates Family spent so much on marketing accounts to guide public opinion, and all of Miyi’s schemes were going down the drain. Just thinking about it makes the mood bright! Kenny’s soft, cute face turned rosy red, his big eyes sparkling, "Of course, the little one is Mommy’s closest little companion!" Even more thoughtful than The Archfiend! Ann Vaughn hugged his milk-smelling little body and after a while, sighed low. "The public opinion is under control, but the injuries Miyi suffered are real, and she’ll definitely use this to demand Yvonne withdraw her lawsuit." If Yvonne doesn’t agree, with the Yates Family’s influence, Yvonne might end up in jail. "What’s Mommy planning to do?" Kenny asked in his baby voice. Ann Vaughn was about to reply when she received a message from Cyrus Hawthorne. Just five minutes after she sent him the portrait, he already found the person’s real information. Ann Vaughn was simply amazed, how did he do it? She looked at her phone, and then at the adorable and well-behaved Little Dumpling, unable to stop herself from gulping. So... is transcendent talent hereditary?? ——Would you like to have lunch together tomorrow? Ann Vaughn suppressed her astonishment, tapped the screen to reply to Cyrus Hawthorne: Sure, which restaurant? Ann Vaughn intended to text the restaurant address, but halfway through typing, she deleted it, mischievously tapping out a line of words instead. Top floor of the Hawthorne Group. A second ago, the office was shrouded in dark clouds, and suddenly, it felt like spring came alive. The gentle atmosphere surrounding the man seemed to overflow, even his stern brows and eyes carried a light layer of smile. He held a slim black phone in his hand, the bottom of the screen displayed a line of text. ——I’d rather eat you than have lunch. Cyrus Hawthorne let out a light laugh, the deep warmth in his eyes seemed to melt glaciers. What a restless little thing.