Mr. CEO, You Look Strangely Familiar

Although Mrs. Marshall was heartbroken that her son’s legs had been broken, she felt that since it had already happened, not taking the compensation would be an even bigger loss.

So, she had to swallow the bitter pill and couldn’t complain.

They rushed Marlon Marshall to the hospital for emergency treatment.

After surgery, his broken legs were set, but he needed to lie in the hospital and recuperate.

Mrs. Marshall stayed by his side at the hospital.

Around midnight, Marlon Marshall slowly regained consciousness.

Looking at his mother before him, his face twisted with hatred. ”Mom! Call the police! Arrest that bitch Jean Grant!”

Because she had accepted the one million, Mrs. Marshall could only say, ”She paid a million in compensation. If we have her arrested, with how rich her family is, will she even go to jail? She’ll just get out again, and then we’ll have lost the money.”

The hatred in Marlon Marshall’s heart did not diminish; instead, it grew even stronger. ’Trying to buy me off with money?’ ”Get my laptop and phone.”

”They’re both at home. I’ll go back and get them for you.”

When Mrs. Marshall returned, Marlon discovered the photos on his phone hadn’t been deleted. He couldn’t help but roar with laughter. ’Jean Grant probably forgot!’

’This time, I’ll destroy her reputation!’

He endured the pain and slowly sat up.

Half-lying there, he opened his laptop and said to Mrs. Marshall, ”You can go home for now. Just bring me food tomorrow morning.”

”The doctor said you can’t eat too much right now, or it’ll be too inconvenient to use the bathroom.”

”Did the doctor say how long it would take for me to fully recover?”

Mrs. Marshall nodded. ”I asked. It’ll take about three to four months for a full recovery.”

Marlon Marshall nodded. ”You can go home for now.”

”Son, are you sure? Mom will head back then?” ’We’re rich now!’ She thought excitedly. ’And my son won’t be arrested.’

”Go on.” Marlon Marshall lay there, irritated.

He transferred the photos from his phone and posted a thread on Fravia’s largest and most popular forum with the title: ”Come See! Intimate Photos of Jean Grant, Sister of Grant Group CEO Quentin Grant, and an Unidentified Man Exposed!”

In the body of the post, he wrote a long tirade: ”Jean Grant, daughter of the Grant family, leads a messy private life. While married, she cheated with the male celebrity Ethan Ellsworth. Then she quickly hooked up with Nicholas Ainsworth, fooling around with him every day. After divorcing her husband, Marlon Marshall, she’s become even more of a shameless slut.”

”Exclusive! Real photos exposing Jean Grant having sex with another man in a car. Absolutely real. See that slutty look on her face? She’s desperate. All you lonely men are welcome to line up at Villa C-302 in the high-end residential complex. One at a time, don’t rush, everyone will get a turn. And it’s free, completely free of charge!”

Below this were several of the clearer pictures.

Finally, he submitted the post.

Afterward, Marlon Marshall went to other forums, social media, and comment sections, posting everywhere like a mad dog.

Soon, thanks to the sensationalism surrounding the Grant family, the post became the top trending topic on social media and the forums.

The number of clicks and comments was staggering.

Marlon Marshall cackled coldly. ’Jean Grant, let’s see who’s tougher—you or me, Marlon Marshall!’

「This was destined to be a turbulent night.」

The photos were too sensational, and combined with the female subject’s family background, it was impossible for the story not to go viral.

A storm of curses erupted online, with people slinging every insult imaginable.

It was a servant of the Grants who discovered it online and reported it to Mr. and Mrs. Grant.

Seeing this, Mrs. Grant was furious and immediately called Jean Grant.

Seeing the posts online, Jean Grant finally realized with a jolt that she’d forgotten to confiscate Marlon’s phone tonight!

And that’s what led to this scandal.

In truth, even without this, Marlon had other videos.

Even a cornered dog will lash out, to say nothing of a person.

Quentin Grant found out about the news when he was woken up by a frantic call from Zoe Ellsworth.

”Young Master Grant, get online, now! Nude photos of your sister are all over the internet.”

The moment Quentin Grant saw them, his face went black with rage.

He immediately had the PR department go into emergency damage control. The posts on social media were instantly wiped, and the threads on all major forums were deleted without a trace.

To prevent the hidden culprit from posting again, they even banned the name ”Jean Grant” from being entered on social media, forums, and personal pages—even the Pinyin version was blocked. In the end, people stopped searching for Jean Grant and started searching for ”Quentin Grant’s sister” instead.

Helpless, they had to ban ”Quentin Grant’s sister” as well.

The madness that had erupted in the middle of the night was cleaned up completely within three hours.

Countless netizens searched and searched, but could find nothing.

The few who had taken screenshots didn’t dare to repost them.

Everyone was privately marveling at the power of the Grant Group.

Although Quentin Grant had no desire to return to the Grant Residence, the impact of this incident was significant, especially on the Grant family’s reputation. Even though the posts had been deleted, he couldn’t control people from sharing and discussing them privately.

He set off at once, returning to the Grant Estate with his secretary.

Jean Grant was sitting on the sofa. When she saw him return with a grim expression, her heart began to pound with anxiety.

Sure enough, Quentin Grant walked over and looked down at her. ”Do you have any shame at all?”

Jean Grant explained, ”Brother, Marlon Marshall forced me. That bastard! I had his legs broken tonight. He’s probably in the hospital. Brother, get someone to kill him. That way, he’ll never be able to cause trouble again.”

Quentin Grant shot her a look. ”Do you think the law belongs to the Grant family? Jean Grant, some things can be covered up, but taking a human life is absolutely not one of them. If it sparks public outrage online, do you think they’ll just give up if they can’t find the murderer? The matter with Chloe Marshall, that was because—”

Quentin Grant paused, glanced at Catherine Callahan, then said to the two Men in Black at the door, ”Take this woman upstairs and watch her. Don’t let her come down.”

He then continued, ”The matter with Chloe Marshall was resolved because someone else took full responsibility. You weren’t exposed. If you had been, Jean Grant, forget the Grant family—ten Grant families couldn’t have contained the fallout.”

”Can’t we just give the victim some money?”

Quentin Grant scoffed. ”You think you’re so great because you have a little money? Can you buy public opinion from netizens? I see you’re still far too naive!”

Jean Grant could only say, ”Brother, Marlon Marshall is always bothering me. Once his legs heal, I’m sure he’ll be back. You have to think of a foolproof plan to keep that scoundrel away from me.”

”You’re about to graduate from your senior year soon. Also, how have things been between you and Nicholas Ainsworth recently?”

Jean Grant answered honestly, ”They’re good. But I don’t know if he saw those pictures online tonight.”

Quentin Grant grunted. ”Whether he saw them or not... just give him a call and find out. Jean Grant, I hope this is the last time you cause this kind of trouble.”

He turned to leave.

”Quentin!” Mrs. Grant called out anxiously. ”Are you still angry with Mom?”

Quentin Grant turned his head and looked at her. ”Being angry with you would mean I still care about you. Right now, I just see you as a stranger.”