[Irene, I’ve given you a chance.] [Everything you’ve had before was just luck. Do you really think I can’t do anything to you? Beg me, and maybe I’ll think of a way to help you out.] It was from Vera Hansen. Jasper Ford leaned over to take a look and immediately started swearing. Bianca Lynch and Quinn did the same, and for a moment, the entire living room was filled with chatter and commotion. Serena Sterling clutched her phone tightly. Vera Hansen’s relentless pressure and arrogant attitude... Does she have to just hope for a miracle? She had to do something! Flashing through her mind was the unresolved look in her father’s eyes on that overcast day, and the image of the young boy with a blurry face holding a half-broken piece of wood in front of her on that rainy night. And... the child she lost. Life should be under her control. wants to be the powerless Serena Sterling. Her nails dug into her palm, the pain bringing her a bit of clarity. The issue of the divorce certificate would have to wait a few more days. What was most urgent now was handling matters related to the program. And regarding the program, there were mainly two issues. First, would the program suddenly be halted? Second, would investors force her to withdraw? When Serena reopened her eyes, there was now firm determination in them. First and foremost, she would not voluntarily withdraw. If all the investors demanded she withdraw, could she take advantage of timing instead? She didn’t need to wait until the last live broadcast to clarify; she just needed to wait three more days to get the divorce certificate and present it, along with the corresponding evidence, to the other investors. With netizens demanding a result from the program team, then they should be given one, albeit with the excuse that "to avoid any injustice, an investigation is needed," and a result would be given before the last live broadcast, say in 4-5 days. Serena looked at Jasper Ford, apologizing: "Jasper, I might need you to endure some pressure in the coming days." She spoke clearly and resolutely: "It might require you to make a solemn oath, to deliver a satisfactory answer in 4 or 5 days, but no later than before the final live broadcast." Serena explained her thoughts. Jasper immediately understood, his eyes brightening. The timing difference! He nodded: "Don’t worry, I’ll throw a tantrum and plead with them as you suggested. The netizens and investors should be okay with a few days’ delay. I’ll also use my Ford Group identity to exert some pressure; once you get the certificate, it will be easier to manage." Everyone else nodded in agreement. Bianca Lynch exclaimed excitedly: "Yes, we don’t necessarily need to wait until the next session; we just need a few days." "Exploit a glitch! Dude, look at how sharp her mind is," Quinn said to Justin Jennings, who had just come out of the room. Just as they were speaking, Jasper Ford’s phone vibrated again. It was a call from Old Master Ford. This time, Jasper didn’t dare not to answer it. "Come back immediately." Percival Ford’s aged voice was stern in its command, "Hurry up!" Apparently, when the other investors couldn’t reach Jasper, they went to Old Master Ford. "Alright, Grandpa, I’m coming back right away," Jasper said, hanging up the call. He picked up his car keys and said to the others, "I’ll video call with you using my other phone. I need to make a trip to the old man’s place." Jasper hurriedly left. With the investor side, once Jasper calms down Old Master Ford, he can likely use the Ford Family influence to stall temporarily. What about the program team review issue? There have been instances before where a program’s reputation leaned unfavorably, or artists with bad conduct received directives. In lighter cases, all the segments involving the artist would be cut out. In more severe cases, the entire program would be halted. Investors would also consider these issues. Serena thought for a moment, then looked at Bianca Lynch and said: "Can I use your computer?" This text is hosted at ɴovelfire.net Bianca immediately opened the computer. Serena’s fingers flew over the keyboard, while she had Bianca and Quinn help look up related information. She couldn’t do it alone; she needed to utilize collective intelligence. Thinking of this, Serena said to Justin Jennings: "Sorry." Justin had previously said he disliked noise. Justin waved his hand, indicating it was fine, keeping his eyes on Bianca Lynch’s computer. After speaking with them for a bit, he went on to work on the program. "You should probably remove the card first. I think that Vera Hansen won’t miss the opportunity to leak your number," Justin Jennings advised. Actually, even before Justin said it, Vera Hansen had already started. Serena’s phone kept vibrating with abusive messages and a barrage of verification code messages. Serena pulled out the card linked to Irene’s number. Irene’s number was specifically prepared by Ford Entertainment, so it wouldn’t trace back to Serena’s personal information; once removed, it was quiet. Serena put the card away, looking at the other two in the living room: "Let’s continue." It was already evening, so even if there were directives given, they would happen tomorrow, because issuing directives also required meetings and reviews. Some processes could only happen during daytime working hours. Meanwhile, at Vivian’s Floral Studio. Vera Hansen watched Julian Lawson’s car leaving from the window, then glanced at the message she had just sent to Irene, wiping the tears from her face with a twisted smile. She smiled rather sinisterly. So much had happened during this recording session, and she didn’t know when she began to be on the defensive. According to her plan, there was no way Irene could have won this round, but a mysterious major force suddenly appeared, making her let go of this opportunity and save her strength for the final round. She initially planned to surprise Irene during the last round with accusations of "fraudulent donation," just like the sudden attack during the third round, leaving them no time to prepare. But caught in the whirlpool of suspicion, she was forced to use even more explosive material to suppress everything. The "fraudulent donation" accusations were therefore brought out earlier than planned. Vera murmured softly: "But even if it’s brought out earlier, what does it matter, Irene? Your name isn’t on the donation list. Even if you make additional donations, netizens will think you aren’t sincere, that it’s just something you had to do. Your reputation has already collapsed. Let’s see how you plan to turn this around!" The attendant nearby couldn’t resist saying, "But Miss Vera, your name isn’t on the donation list either, what if..." Vera gave the attendant a disdainful look: "Are you an idiot? Everyone knows that the Tanzanite was bought for me to set off a sky lantern by Brother Julian, and that Ruby pendant is also hanging around my neck. Why would I need my name on some list?" "These are obvious facts; they don’t need to be listed." Vera said. The attendant wanted to say something but finally kept shut, having initially intended to mention that it was still marital property since they weren’t divorced yet. But after thinking it over, she decided against saying anything, not wanting to get scolded again.