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A Matter of Wife and Love novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Chaos Upon Chaos

Gladys was aware that Amelie must be feeling extremely anxious at that moment. However, without Amelie, she had no idea how to solve the problem at hand.

“I’m so sorry. It’s all because I wasn’t careful enough. If only I reminded them to wear their visitor pass at all times.”

Amelie told me about it. Why did I mess up?

“Now is not the time to investigate. Besides, this is not something you could have predicted. Don’t blame yourself.”

Gladys stayed silent.

It was surprising for Gladys that the boss ended up comforting her at that moment, which made her feel even more guilty.

How can I give up when the boss, who is stuck in a quagmire, hasn’t?

“Don’t worry, Amelie. I will hold on,” Gladys promised while clenching her fists.

Amelie nodded in satisfaction. “Dealing with the couple is not a big deal. I’ll send you something, and you can make it public.”

After saying that, she quickly sent a message as she ended the call.

Gladys was curious about what Amelie would send her.

Just as she was thinking about it, her phone beeped with a message from Amelie.

Gladys hurriedly checked her inbox. When she saw its content, she exclaimed in surprise.

Indeed, Amelie is different when it comes to handling issues. Even if I learn the ropes for another ten years, I wouldn’t be as skilled as her. I’m now a fan of Amelie!

After sending the message, Amelie rubbed her temples.

The company’s matter was considered child’s play compared to the difficulties with the Alston Family.

Although she had no intention of forcing a marriage, recent events seemed to point to this possibility, which gave her a headache.

Just as she was thinking about this, Julia called her urgently. “Elie, look! Leo…”

Gladys hurried back to the second-floor lecture hall of the training camp with the message Amelie had given her.

Upon her arrival, she was greeted with chaos, as more than two hundred people were crammed into a space meant for half that number.

Among the throng were reporters with microphones and bloggers from various platforms, eager to ride the wave of attention surrounding Amelie’s scandal.

The students, reporters, and bloggers swarmed around a couple who stood at the center of the crowd, holding cameras and cell phones to film them.

Someone in the crowd bombarded the couple with questions, asking, “Which school did you graduate from? What did you major in? What position do you currently hold in which company?”

“W-We…” The woman could not speak coherently and could only play with her fingers.

Meanwhile, the man angrily shouted at the crowd, “We just want to improve ourselves! Yes, you graduated from prestigious schools and have decent jobs, unlike us, who are just factory workers on the assembly line. But we are all human beings. You guys are here to learn, so why can’t we?”

The words ‘factory worker’ and ‘assembly line’ were enough to betray their social standing.

The elites in the audience became furious. “What kind of place is this? Executives and assembly line workers being trained together?”

“We didn’t pay good money to attend classes with assembly line workers. We might as well go to the factory if we want to do that!”

“Who do you think we are?”

“I seriously doubt the quality of this course!”

“If ordinary assembly line workers like you can understand this course, there is no quality to it!”

The reporters and internet celebrities present recorded everything, paying particular attention to the man’s words, which they deemed evidence against Knowlit.

Several internet celebrities were doing live broadcasts, and live chats were flooded with comments criticizing Knowlit.

Although Jodie was far away, she did not miss the live broadcasts or the barrage of comments as she smiled in satisfaction.

“Oh, how did this happen?” Chandler also saw the live broadcast and deliberately showed a shocked expression.

It has to be said that Jodie isn’t good at anything except framing people.

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