Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 19 Here Comes the Karma



Chapter 19 Here Comes the Karma

Chapter 19 Here Comes the Karma

In the eyes of June and the others, Roslin appeared like a fleeing rat. Confused by Linda's worried expression, they asked, "Linda, we humiliated that woman for you. Why aren't you happy?"

"June, I'm worried... she might go back and complain. If my dad and mom believe her, they'll blame me."

"Your mom and dad love you so much. How could they blame you for the words of an outsider?" June said naively.

An outsider?

Linda was the outsider.

The image of her father immediately asking her to move out when Roslin mentioned wanting her room flooded Linda's mind, and she could not suppress the pain and resentment in her heart.

"You have no idea how much my mom and dad favor her. Sh-she's staying in my old room now." Linda lowered her head as her eyes welled up with tears.

"What?!"

"That woman even took your room?"

"Why didn't you tell us earlier? If we had known, we wouldn't have let her go so easily."

"No need to rush. There's plenty of time ahead," Sarah said with a sinister tone. "She must be truly sick of living to dare to bully my best friend."

...

Meanwhile, as Roslin left the mall, she took out her phone and watched the recorded video. A cold smile spread across her face.

She dialed a familiar number on a public phone, contacting a paparazzi she had worked with numerous times in her previous life. However, this time, she chose to remain anonymous and not reveal her identity.

"I'll send you the video. It's up to you how you make this incident go viral. I'm offering you 75 thousand dollars for it. I'll provide an advance payment of 15 thousand, and the remaining amount will be paid once the job is done."

"No problem."

On that same evening, a secretly recorded video went viral. The video depicted a wealthy heiress from a prominent family arrogantly demeaning poor people, claiming they were unworthy of wearing their family's branded clothing. Adding to the intrigue, another heiress from a renowned shopping mall family shamelessly asserted that the poor would taint their family's establishment.

Even though the media pixelated the faces of the individuals in the video, it was no match for the keen eyes of netizens who swiftly uncovered their identities.

[This is Sky Mall, owned by the Garcia family in H City. The young lady of this family sure has a big mouth, suggesting that the mere presence of the poor in their mall would be considered contamination. Perhaps they should consider putting up a sign at the entrance with their exclusive requirements.]

[What a garbage mall.]

[Sky Mall has been a long-standing establishment in H City. It's disheartening to see them hold such a contemptuous attitude toward people. It's quite ironic that they're profiting from us while harboring

such derogatory thoughts. That's *****]

[I really don't deserve to wear JL clothes.]

[I had the impression it was a prestigious brand, but it turned out to be JL. I was considering purchasing their latest collection, but now, haha, it seems my social status doesn't meet their standards.]

[I was actually considering buying the latest JL collection too. After seeing the news, I'm relieved that I didn't. It would have been so embarrassing if I were publicly exposed. JL is just too high-class for me to afford.]

[Boycott JL. Boycott Sky Mall.]

[Yes, let's boycott them. Let's see if they'll still be so arrogant when they lose customers like us.]

[Agreed. Let's boycott together.]

...

As the heat and discussions surrounding this incident intensified, the internet became inundated with calls for a boycott. Many netizens already harbored resentment toward the wealthy, so the audacious and humiliating remarks made by these affluent heiresses further fueled the anger among the public.

Through extensive promotion and dissemination on major online media platforms, the awareness of this incident among ordinary people continued to grow.

Did the poor outnumber the rich in the world, or was it the other way around? The answer was quite obvious; it was the former. Even though people were speaking up for the wealthy, their voices were drowned out in the condemnation.

Scrolling through the online comments, Roslin realized that the impact of the situation was even greater than she had anticipated. Content with the outcome, she settled onto her bed and drifted into a peaceful sleep. A subtle smile played on her lips as if she could already envision the thrilling spectacle that awaited her in her dreams the following day.

The following morning, as the stock market opened, the Garcia and Williams families witnessed a significant decline in their stocks. The downward trend continued, and they were on the brink of reaching the limit-down level.

Upon discovering that the source of the problem stemmed from their children, the CEOs of the two companies experienced a surge of anger, and their blood pressure skyrocketed.

At the Garcia Residence, James slapped Amelia. "I never expected you to bring any benefits to the family, but can't you at least use your brain? Do I need to teach you what's appropriate to say and what's not?"

Amelia covered her swollen cheek while tears streamed down her face. "Dad, what did I do wrong?"

As she was met with a sudden slap and a barrage of berating, she felt extremely wronged.

"You feel wronged?" James was furious.

Natalia hurriedly stepped forward to intervene and spoke gently. "Darling, please tell me what mistake Amelia made. Let me take care of her punishment. Please don't let your anger harm your health."

James gazed at his gentle and virtuous wife, his anger subsiding slightly. "It's all because you spoiled our child, indulging her to the point of lawlessness. Do you realize the trouble she has caused?"

He angrily handed her his phone. "Take a good look for yourself. See what that little troublemaker has been saying."

After reading it, Natalia frowned. Seeing the drastic fluctuations in Garcia Corporation's stock price, she finally understood the reason behind her husband's anger.

"What exactly did I say?"

Amelia could not accept it, so she quickly grabbed the phone from Natalia's hand and read its contents. Her face turned crimson as she scrolled through the vicious comments from netizens. These were filled with curses targeting her and her entire family for generations.

Fueled by anger, she could not contain herself and threw the phone before exclaiming, "Are these people insane? I wasn't criticizing them. I was scolding the Smith family's adopted daughter. Why do they meddle in my affairs?" All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon hearing her daughter's foolish words, James raised his hand in anger again. So, Amelia closed her eyes in fear. However, he caught sight of her swollen cheek and lowered his hand.

Natalia also pressed his hand back gently. "Calm down. Now isn't the time to scold our child. The key is to minimize the impact of this situation. Darling, how is the company planning to handle it?"

After being comforted and analyzed by Natalia, James calmed down.

"We'll collaborate with the Williams family to delete the negative messages online and suppress the news. Minimize the negative impact on the conglomerate."

Natalia shook her head. "That's not appropriate."

"Why?"

"Amelia's words have provoked a strong reaction among these individuals. With everyone currently furious, hastily deleting comments may backfire and allow extremists to seize on this matter. The best approach now is to let it be. Netizens have short memories. They'll naturally forget after some time."

"No, this has had a significant impact. Today, the company's stock price has hit the limit-down due to this incident. If we don't handle it promptly, the stock price is likely to continue falling, and the shareholders will become furious."

"Of course, we can't just leave it as it is. We can divert their attention."

Natalia looked at Amelia.

"Tell us what happened between you and the Smith family's adopted daughter you just mentioned?"


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