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Aubree stormed out of the Wilson residence with her team.
Zachary was at the wheel, with Aubree and Caesar in the same car.
Aubree's face darkened with anger. She never expected the Wilson family to stoop so low.
If she'd suggested cutting ties with the Wilson family before, they would've probably thrown a grand party to celebrate. That was how well she knew them.
Aubree thought, 'Now, all that supposed reluctance and those attempts to keep me? It's all just a sham. They only care now because I've made something of myself. All they want is to claim my achievements as their own.'
A suffocating silence filled the car.
Aubree slammed her fist down. "This is beyond shameless."
Caesar remained calm. "Rest assured, Miss Miller. Since Mr. Turner has assigned me to assist you, I'll see this through to the end, no matter what.
"Everything I stated at the Wilson residence just now was factual. With this evidence, ensuring some of them face jail time won't be difficult."
Aubree sighed deeply. It was not that she didn't trust Caesar, but the Wilson family's influence was overwhelming. After living with them for three years, she knew all too well how ruthless they could be.
Aubree thought to herself, 'If I push the Wilson family too far, it could backfire on me.'
She originally intended to resolve the issue with them in a mutually agreeable manner.
Once she had developed and gained more power, she planned to deal with the Wilson family in such a way that their control over her would be reduced to zero.
"Caesar, could you safe keep this evidence for me? I'll need your assistance when the opportune moment comes," said Aubree.
Caesar nodded.
Meanwhile, back at the Wilson residence, Carmen shrank into Daxton's embrace, not daring to make a sound.
After Aubree left, Emery started yelling that he wanted to leave the Wilson family, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Bryan sat slumped on the couch, head bowed, lost in thought.
Ronald, boiling with rage, trashed the living room. Alice, too, wore a mask of utter gloom. She didn't understand why Emery had stormed out of the house, all for Aubree.
"Everyone, get back to your business," Ronald said wearily, massaging his temples with one hand and waving them off with the other.
No one had expected that Aubree's return this time would turn the Wilson family completely upside down.
Carmen seemed about to say something more, but Daxton gently pulled her aside and shook his head in warning.
Carmen hesitated, and Daxton pulled her away.
"Don't worry, Carmen. After the ruckus Aubree caused today, Dad will definitely deal with her. I will be tied up with lab work for a while, so make sure to look after yourself.
"And watch out for Aubree. Don't let her give you any trouble." Daxton's eyes fixed on the bruised side of Carmen's face, his heart twisting with pain and fury.
'One day, I'll make Aubree pay for this, no matter what it takes,' Daxton vowed to himself, his eyes burning with hatred.
Carmen's eyes flickered as she nodded, feigning vague understanding. With a show of concern, she asked, "Will Aubree be alright?"
Daxton smirked, his eyes glinting with venom. "She'll be just fine."
Only after Daxton had left did Carmen finally let a slow, sly smile curl across her lips. She sneered inwardly, 'Aubree, you're digging your own grave.'
[Want to take down Aubree?] Just then, Carmen's phone buzzed with a new message, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Carmen froze for a split second before quickly typing back: [What do you mean?]
Without hesitation, they shot over a recording.
[I've edited it. Once this recording gets out, that'll be enough to put Aubree through the wringer.]
Skeptically, Carmen tapped to play the recording. The audio had clearly been edited. She couldn't tell what the original sounded like. But after listening, only one undeniable fact stood out to her.
So it was Aubree who asked Emery to throw the match, and Emery even promised that no matter what happened, she would never have to take the fall.
[Where did you get this?] Carmen's excitement was barely contained.
Carmen thought with a satisfied grin, 'One thing's undeniable. This really happened.'
This recording must be about the recent match between Apex Squad and God's Fury.
[Forget about that. I don't need any reward—all I want is for you to get Aubree kicked out of the League of Legends.]
Carmen's smirk deepened with malicious glee.
'Let's see how you wriggle out of this one, Aubree,' she wondered. 'With both Bree Technology and God's Fury embroiled in scandals at the same time, even with all your so-called superhuman abilities, Aubree, there's no way you can handle this mess, is there?'
After securing the recording, Carmen immediately reached out to a gaming gossip account notorious for digging up dirt and roasting League of Legends tournaments and players.
'I will have him drop the recording. Even if it turns out to be fake, people will still eat it up. After all, this gossip account is notorious for posting half-truths and outright fabrications,' Carmen thought.
That night, Aubree's phone was blowing up with calls.
First, the club's agent called. "Miss Miller, have you heard that recording yet?"
'What recording? The Odionlandian listening practice?' Aubree wondered. She glanced blankly at the Odionlandian listening practice still playing in her hand, her thoughts wandering aimlessly.
Aubree blinked. "What?"
"Oh, Miss Miller. You're really living under a rock. You have no idea what's going on. I just sent you a link on Twitter. Check it out." The agent quipped and hung up abruptly.
She hadn't even had a chance to open the video when Vincent called again.
"Miss Miller," he reported, "just as you predicted, there's a surge of news and reports online—parents are publicly accusing Playzy Live streamers of encouraging underage spending, and claiming the platform is turning a blind eye."
Aubree began instructing Vincent, "Just follow the—"
Before Aubree could finish speaking, Alvin's frantic call abruptly cut in.
Aubree couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Seriously? How many things do these people have to report, one after another?' she thought.
Aubree hung up on everyone and started a conference call. "Alright," she said curtly, "now tell me what's going on—one at a time."
On the video call, the group exchanged hesitant glances before the club agent took the lead. "Miss Miller, have you checked that tweet I sent you?"
"On it. Next," said Aubree.
Vincent paused for a moment, then said defiantly, "Our tech team traced those online smear posts back to the Wilson Group. So if we're going up against them, should we reach out to the Turner Group?"
They had a solid contingency plan in place to handle this, but the Wilson Group wielded immense power. They were still worried things could spiral out of control in the end.
"That's easy. The Turner Group rep is right here—just ask the person in charge," said Aubree.
Alvin gave a wry look. "What I was going to say is pretty much the same as theirs. Uncle Bowen asked me to tell you. Go all out. If anything happens, he's got your back."
Aubree ordered, "Alright, I've read the tweets. For Apex Squad, first issue an official statement on Twitter clarifying that all the online rumors are just that—rumors.
"We'll discuss other matters when I come to the club tomorrow. Tell the players to focus on their training. I'll handle everything else."
"Vincent," Aubree instructed, "have all departments proceed as planned. We'll adjust if needed."
Aubree ended the conference call.
Aubree had long prepared for the underage spending allegations against Bree Technology, resolving it would be easy. The real threat was the Wilson Group's potential to fabricate a counterattack out of thin air.
The top priority right now was to quickly resolve the Apex Squad match-fixing scandal. At least the online backlash hadn't completely turned against them yet.
Many were also questioning how God's Fury could convince a powerhouse like Apex Squad to throw the match.
Aubree thought, 'The longer this drags on, the worse it gets for us. It'll damage the players' morale and throw off their game.'
The recording circulating online was fake. Aubree distinctly remembered there were surveillance cameras in the hallway where she'd spoken with Emery that day.
Aubree immediately contacted the League official.
"Miss Miller, it's not that I don't want to help, but you'll have to wait. There are procedures to follow. I'll need to go through proper channels to request that surveillance footage," the person in charge said.
After that phone call, Aubree was fuming. 'Application, my ass. They're clearly on the take or something. Just passing the buck and giving me the runaround,' she wondered.
Aubree never saw this coming.
Zachary was at the wheel, with Aubree and Caesar in the same car.
Aubree's face darkened with anger. She never expected the Wilson family to stoop so low.
If she'd suggested cutting ties with the Wilson family before, they would've probably thrown a grand party to celebrate. That was how well she knew them.
Aubree thought, 'Now, all that supposed reluctance and those attempts to keep me? It's all just a sham. They only care now because I've made something of myself. All they want is to claim my achievements as their own.'
A suffocating silence filled the car.
Aubree slammed her fist down. "This is beyond shameless."
Caesar remained calm. "Rest assured, Miss Miller. Since Mr. Turner has assigned me to assist you, I'll see this through to the end, no matter what.
"Everything I stated at the Wilson residence just now was factual. With this evidence, ensuring some of them face jail time won't be difficult."
Aubree sighed deeply. It was not that she didn't trust Caesar, but the Wilson family's influence was overwhelming. After living with them for three years, she knew all too well how ruthless they could be.
Aubree thought to herself, 'If I push the Wilson family too far, it could backfire on me.'
She originally intended to resolve the issue with them in a mutually agreeable manner.
Once she had developed and gained more power, she planned to deal with the Wilson family in such a way that their control over her would be reduced to zero.
"Caesar, could you safe keep this evidence for me? I'll need your assistance when the opportune moment comes," said Aubree.
Caesar nodded.
Meanwhile, back at the Wilson residence, Carmen shrank into Daxton's embrace, not daring to make a sound.
After Aubree left, Emery started yelling that he wanted to leave the Wilson family, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Bryan sat slumped on the couch, head bowed, lost in thought.
Ronald, boiling with rage, trashed the living room. Alice, too, wore a mask of utter gloom. She didn't understand why Emery had stormed out of the house, all for Aubree.
"Everyone, get back to your business," Ronald said wearily, massaging his temples with one hand and waving them off with the other.
No one had expected that Aubree's return this time would turn the Wilson family completely upside down.
Carmen seemed about to say something more, but Daxton gently pulled her aside and shook his head in warning.
Carmen hesitated, and Daxton pulled her away.
"Don't worry, Carmen. After the ruckus Aubree caused today, Dad will definitely deal with her. I will be tied up with lab work for a while, so make sure to look after yourself.
"And watch out for Aubree. Don't let her give you any trouble." Daxton's eyes fixed on the bruised side of Carmen's face, his heart twisting with pain and fury.
'One day, I'll make Aubree pay for this, no matter what it takes,' Daxton vowed to himself, his eyes burning with hatred.
Carmen's eyes flickered as she nodded, feigning vague understanding. With a show of concern, she asked, "Will Aubree be alright?"
Daxton smirked, his eyes glinting with venom. "She'll be just fine."
Only after Daxton had left did Carmen finally let a slow, sly smile curl across her lips. She sneered inwardly, 'Aubree, you're digging your own grave.'
[Want to take down Aubree?] Just then, Carmen's phone buzzed with a new message, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Carmen froze for a split second before quickly typing back: [What do you mean?]
Without hesitation, they shot over a recording.
[I've edited it. Once this recording gets out, that'll be enough to put Aubree through the wringer.]
Skeptically, Carmen tapped to play the recording. The audio had clearly been edited. She couldn't tell what the original sounded like. But after listening, only one undeniable fact stood out to her.
So it was Aubree who asked Emery to throw the match, and Emery even promised that no matter what happened, she would never have to take the fall.
[Where did you get this?] Carmen's excitement was barely contained.
Carmen thought with a satisfied grin, 'One thing's undeniable. This really happened.'
This recording must be about the recent match between Apex Squad and God's Fury.
[Forget about that. I don't need any reward—all I want is for you to get Aubree kicked out of the League of Legends.]
Carmen's smirk deepened with malicious glee.
'Let's see how you wriggle out of this one, Aubree,' she wondered. 'With both Bree Technology and God's Fury embroiled in scandals at the same time, even with all your so-called superhuman abilities, Aubree, there's no way you can handle this mess, is there?'
After securing the recording, Carmen immediately reached out to a gaming gossip account notorious for digging up dirt and roasting League of Legends tournaments and players.
'I will have him drop the recording. Even if it turns out to be fake, people will still eat it up. After all, this gossip account is notorious for posting half-truths and outright fabrications,' Carmen thought.
That night, Aubree's phone was blowing up with calls.
First, the club's agent called. "Miss Miller, have you heard that recording yet?"
'What recording? The Odionlandian listening practice?' Aubree wondered. She glanced blankly at the Odionlandian listening practice still playing in her hand, her thoughts wandering aimlessly.
Aubree blinked. "What?"
"Oh, Miss Miller. You're really living under a rock. You have no idea what's going on. I just sent you a link on Twitter. Check it out." The agent quipped and hung up abruptly.
She hadn't even had a chance to open the video when Vincent called again.
"Miss Miller," he reported, "just as you predicted, there's a surge of news and reports online—parents are publicly accusing Playzy Live streamers of encouraging underage spending, and claiming the platform is turning a blind eye."
Aubree began instructing Vincent, "Just follow the—"
Before Aubree could finish speaking, Alvin's frantic call abruptly cut in.
Aubree couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Seriously? How many things do these people have to report, one after another?' she thought.
Aubree hung up on everyone and started a conference call. "Alright," she said curtly, "now tell me what's going on—one at a time."
On the video call, the group exchanged hesitant glances before the club agent took the lead. "Miss Miller, have you checked that tweet I sent you?"
"On it. Next," said Aubree.
Vincent paused for a moment, then said defiantly, "Our tech team traced those online smear posts back to the Wilson Group. So if we're going up against them, should we reach out to the Turner Group?"
They had a solid contingency plan in place to handle this, but the Wilson Group wielded immense power. They were still worried things could spiral out of control in the end.
"That's easy. The Turner Group rep is right here—just ask the person in charge," said Aubree.
Alvin gave a wry look. "What I was going to say is pretty much the same as theirs. Uncle Bowen asked me to tell you. Go all out. If anything happens, he's got your back."
Aubree ordered, "Alright, I've read the tweets. For Apex Squad, first issue an official statement on Twitter clarifying that all the online rumors are just that—rumors.
"We'll discuss other matters when I come to the club tomorrow. Tell the players to focus on their training. I'll handle everything else."
"Vincent," Aubree instructed, "have all departments proceed as planned. We'll adjust if needed."
Aubree ended the conference call.
Aubree had long prepared for the underage spending allegations against Bree Technology, resolving it would be easy. The real threat was the Wilson Group's potential to fabricate a counterattack out of thin air.
The top priority right now was to quickly resolve the Apex Squad match-fixing scandal. At least the online backlash hadn't completely turned against them yet.
Many were also questioning how God's Fury could convince a powerhouse like Apex Squad to throw the match.
Aubree thought, 'The longer this drags on, the worse it gets for us. It'll damage the players' morale and throw off their game.'
The recording circulating online was fake. Aubree distinctly remembered there were surveillance cameras in the hallway where she'd spoken with Emery that day.
Aubree immediately contacted the League official.
"Miss Miller, it's not that I don't want to help, but you'll have to wait. There are procedures to follow. I'll need to go through proper channels to request that surveillance footage," the person in charge said.
After that phone call, Aubree was fuming. 'Application, my ass. They're clearly on the take or something. Just passing the buck and giving me the runaround,' she wondered.
Aubree never saw this coming.
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