The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 331

On the trending lists, topics like #Tamara Hired Hitman and #Sherwood Wedding Farce were climbing rapidly. Even though the Sloan and Sherwood families were desperately trying to bury the news, public opinion had long since spiraled out of control.

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At the Sloan family estate.

Hackett stared at the computer screen, watching the online discourse ferment, his face ashen. "Who leaked these photos and videos?"

During the wedding, hadn't Fitch emphasized that nothing should be posted online?

Josiah stood nearby, his expression dark. "Dad, now isn't the time to figure that out. There were so many guests. It's impossible to track them down one by one now. The most important thing is to suppress the trending topics."

The Sloan Group's stock, which had finally stabilized thanks to the Sherwood family's investment, was now at risk again because of this scandal.

Josiah was terrified that the company would take a hit. He looked at Hackett with a grave expression. "Dad, what did Mr. Sherwood say?"

With the scandal known to everyone, the Sherwoods had undoubtedly seen it.

Hackett rubbed his throbbing temples. "He told us not to make any rash moves. He said he'd handle it. We just need to coordinate with their PR department to release a clarification statement later. Once the storm passes, it should be resolved."

Ever since Fitch had brought up the Sloan shares at the wedding, Josiah had been wary. He thought about the phone call he had just received from Tamara. He was beginning to doubt the Sherwoods' intentions.

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Meanwhile, inside the Conner family residence.

The matriarch, Felicity, leaned back on a chaise lounge, a dull, aching pain radiating from her knees. She frowned and sighed.

Ever since Leilani had refused to continue treating her, she had seen several renowned doctors, but the results were unsatisfactory. Those expensive prescriptions were far less effective than a few sessions of acupuncture with Leilani.

"Lance, about the doctor... haven't you found anyone suitable yet?" Felicity rubbed her sore knees and couldn't help but ask her grandson.