My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 292

"No, it was..." The person seemed hesitant to speak.

Lyra was impatient. "Just say it. Who was it?"

"It was your ex-fiance," the person closed his eyes and said loudly.

Lyra was stunned.

Julien?

It was him!

She clenched the phone tightly as if wanting to crush it in her hand.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath to calm down. "What's the situation online like now?" "Now, the news about Sydney is very clean. The accounts that were specially used to forward the posts have been forcibly deleted. Although your original post is still up, it's been suppressed so it can't go viral."

He could not help but let out a sigh as he spoke.

Sure enough, it was nice to be rich and powerful. They could have the entire network in the palm of their hands.

Lyra's hand holding the phone trembled slightly with anger. "If I want to make it viral again, how much would it cost?"

"Around five million." The person pondered over it and gave an answer.

"Five million?" Lyra raised her voice. Her expression was unsightly. "Why don't you just go rob a bank?"

The man smiled wryly. "Ms. Madden, I’m not lying to you. That’s really how much it costs. President Flint spent five million to suppress the news, so if you want to make it viral again, it'll be useless unless you spend more money than him."

"..." Lyra was absolutely furious.

Where was she supposed to get five million?

Although the Madden family was not short of money, her monthly allowance was only 150 thousand, and she would finish spending it all at the beginning of each month because she would buy luxury bags and shoes. When her pocket money ran out, she would use Julien's money instead.

However, her engagement with Julien had dissolved. Before she woke up, Julien froze all the cards he left with her, so she could not use any more of his money. She used money from her savings to hire the people to make comments. She only had a few hundred thousand left.

She could not get five million even if she sold herself!

Furthermore, she did not dare to ask her father for money. Faults began to appear in Trison Corporation's funds after they lost all their cooperation with Flint Corporation. Her father would never give her so much money just to make some news go viral.

At that thought, Lyra bit her lip and finally thought of an idea. A sinister hook curled on her lips. "How about this? You just immediately spread the news of my live broadcast, saying that I'm going to share the entire process of how Sydney schemed against me."

The person's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea. That way, no one will be able to suppress it even if they wanted to. If they suppress your live broadcast, it'll just prove that Sydney had indeed done such a thing. Otherwise, why would she be afraid of your broadcast? I'll get right to it, Ms. Madden."

"Go." Lyra smiled darkly.

In Skylight Corporation.

A Maybach was parked not far away.

The window in the back seat rolled down, and Julien frowned as he looked at

Skylight's entrance. There was a group of reporters who were clamoring to go in.

Skylight's security guards stood in a row, struggling to stop the reporters.

However, those reporters were too crazy. The more the guards stopped them, the more they squeezed.

Seeing that the guards were almost unable to hold on, Julien picked up his phone. "Go help them drive the reporters away." "Yes." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

The next second, Julien put down the phone, and several special vehicles that had been modified passed by his Maybach to stop at Skylight's entrance.

The car doors opened, and dozens of people in black combat uniforms came down from the cars.

Each of these people was six foot tall with tough but expressionless faces and bulging muscles. It was clear at a glance that they were not to be messed with.

These people were professional bodyguards of the security company under Flint Corporation. Each of them had undergone the most stringent training.

Even as they stood there, their auras alone were overwhelming.

When the group of reporters who were still shouting saw these bodyguards, they immediately fell silent.