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Derrick laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the area, "Hahaha, this daughter is a real treasure! When can I have a child like this?"
Carter quickly patted Bert's shoulder to reassure him. "This is just a small start for Laura. She's full of surprises for you."
Bert blinked, his deep eyes shimmering with anticipation as he watched Laura.
At that moment, another group from the production team approached them. "Actually, today we have a test for the children. We'll place them in a busy market, and then we'll have people try to lure them away to see if they fall for it."
The dads were initially shocked, quickly grasping the implication. "So, the shopping is just a cover? The real test is not to follow these adults?"
The staff nodded. "Exactly, it's a test. Those who pass can stay outside instead of the dormitory tonight and will have a delicious lunch. But if a child trusts a stranger, it's considered a mission failure. So, please come with us and see if your children will believe the lies of strangers."
The dads' expressions grew complicated, a mix of concern and anticipation.
Carter scratched his head. "I always tell my child not to go off with bad people, but putting it into practice, I'm really not so confident."
Derrick nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've told our kids too. They shouldn't, right?"
Evan, who had been on the sidelines because he didn't have children, could watch a show. He said with ease, "I think we should be most worried about Laura."
Bert shot him a glance.
Evan, a hand on the back of his neck, added nonchalantly, "After all, the only one among us who hasn't been parented properly is Laura. I think she's the most likely to be deceived."
The other dads scoffed at these words, preferring to ignore him.
What an idiot, always finding fault with a child. Didn't he feel ashamed?
Bert also coldly withdrew his gaze, unwilling to engage in a conversation with Evan.
Idols like him were just flash-in-the-pan, small-minded, and shallow.
The live comments were filled with outrage: [What a petty man Evan is, always targeting our Laura. Can't he rest easy without picking on her? If he can't say something useful, he might as well sew his mouth shut. Absolutely disgusting.]
[Is what Evan is doing really wrong? Didn't Laura start the unpleasantness first? Besides, everyone knows her mother was a murderer. Isn't it common knowledge that bad genes are hereditary?]
[That's too much. I'm not a fan of Laura, but why blame the child for her parents' mistakes? At least Laura is nice to other kids. She's gentle and caring. Just because she doesn't get along with your favorite means she deserves this slander?]
[People are complex. Laura's mother killed someone, but we don't know why. What if it was out of desperation? Acts of revenge out of desperation aren't unheard of.]
[Are Laura's fans for real? Can people actually empathize with a murderer? Your mothers aren't murderers, right? I hope not.]
[Evan's fans are ridiculous. Her mother has passed away. Whatever her mother did should not be held against this child, especially since she's truly excellent.]
[I'm sorry, I failed to see how excellent Laura is. Thanks. Apart from her face, she has nothing.]
Albert, reading the live comments, frowned deeply. In his office, he called his assistant in.
The assistant entered. "Mr. Yale, you wanted to see me?"
He got straight to the point. "I remember you wrote in your bio that you're articulate and skilled in all kinds of communication, right?"
The assistant, taken aback, nodded. "Yes."
Albert handed his assistant the laptop. "Help me trash talk back."
The assistant, puzzled, took the laptop and quickly scanned the barrage of live comments.
She immediately grasped the situation, a strange glint flashing in her eyes. "Mr. Yale, you've come to the right person."
Albert, curious, asked, "The right person?"
Ignoring his question, the assistant settled into the sofa with a cold smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.
The live comments section was a battleground of insults and spitfire, but then, a particularly flashy VIP comment scrolled across the screen.
[Your beloved 'idol' has nothing but his looks, huh? Isn't it common knowledge that he can't remember his lines or even cry on cue without looking like an idiot?]
[Looks like the fanatics are at it again today, simping your idols. Hope you enjoy the ass-kissing! Make sure to use peach-flavored toothpaste. Why peach, you ask? Because your idols' sugar mommy loves those peachy kisses from them!]
[Oh, and did you know? The sugar mommy backing your idol is a rather complex character. While you miss him, he's getting his butt pinched by her.]
[And guess what? Behind closed doors, your idol calls you all dumb pigs, which, according to him, is a term of endearment.]
[Laughing at Laura's mom being a murderer? No worries, your idol is basically a slaughterhouse owner, slaughtering you, the pigs who finance his lifestyle!]
[Here's a GIF of your idol getting his butt pinched by his sugar mommy and blushing shyly!]
The assistant quickly uploaded a GIF.
It shockingly showed Evan getting his butt pinched by a domineering, slightly overweight, greasy female CEO in her fifties.
After the pinch, Evan shyly dodged and then was seen kissing the greasy CEO against a wall.
The moment the GIF was posted, the internet exploded.
Breakfasts were thrown up everywhere!
Laura's fans quickly traced the origins of this savagery to Albert's ID, recognizing him as the one who claimed to be Laura's grandfather the previous night.
[It turned out to be the grandpa.]
[So it was Laura's grandpa from last night! My apologies!]
[The older, the wiser.]
[Not just Laura's grandpa, he's also the bane of Evan's fans.]
[Grandpa, you are My God.]
[Grandpa, I was blind to doubt you last night. I apologize.]
Albert watched as his friend requests skyrocketed to 99+, his mouth agape. "I didn't know you were that eloquent. And where did you get that GIF? Aren't you my personal assistant?"
The assistant replied cheerfully, "Once, when you were on a business trip, this female CEO stayed next door. I captured it then. Paparazzi can't access your floor. If I had posted it myself, my identity would be exposed. But posting it under your ID avoids that risk."
Albert still asked in confusion, "But how do you know all this in such detail?"
With a sly smile, the assistant confided, "Because I'm Evan's ex-girlfriend. I even caught them in the middle of doing that kind of thing in my apartment once."
Albert was speechless.
The assistant's smile widened, a look of determination in her eyes. "Don't worry, Mr. Yale. Taking revenge for your granddaughter and dealing with Evan, I'm a professional."
Carter quickly patted Bert's shoulder to reassure him. "This is just a small start for Laura. She's full of surprises for you."
Bert blinked, his deep eyes shimmering with anticipation as he watched Laura.
At that moment, another group from the production team approached them. "Actually, today we have a test for the children. We'll place them in a busy market, and then we'll have people try to lure them away to see if they fall for it."
The dads were initially shocked, quickly grasping the implication. "So, the shopping is just a cover? The real test is not to follow these adults?"
The staff nodded. "Exactly, it's a test. Those who pass can stay outside instead of the dormitory tonight and will have a delicious lunch. But if a child trusts a stranger, it's considered a mission failure. So, please come with us and see if your children will believe the lies of strangers."
The dads' expressions grew complicated, a mix of concern and anticipation.
Carter scratched his head. "I always tell my child not to go off with bad people, but putting it into practice, I'm really not so confident."
Derrick nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've told our kids too. They shouldn't, right?"
Evan, who had been on the sidelines because he didn't have children, could watch a show. He said with ease, "I think we should be most worried about Laura."
Bert shot him a glance.
Evan, a hand on the back of his neck, added nonchalantly, "After all, the only one among us who hasn't been parented properly is Laura. I think she's the most likely to be deceived."
The other dads scoffed at these words, preferring to ignore him.
What an idiot, always finding fault with a child. Didn't he feel ashamed?
Bert also coldly withdrew his gaze, unwilling to engage in a conversation with Evan.
Idols like him were just flash-in-the-pan, small-minded, and shallow.
The live comments were filled with outrage: [What a petty man Evan is, always targeting our Laura. Can't he rest easy without picking on her? If he can't say something useful, he might as well sew his mouth shut. Absolutely disgusting.]
[Is what Evan is doing really wrong? Didn't Laura start the unpleasantness first? Besides, everyone knows her mother was a murderer. Isn't it common knowledge that bad genes are hereditary?]
[That's too much. I'm not a fan of Laura, but why blame the child for her parents' mistakes? At least Laura is nice to other kids. She's gentle and caring. Just because she doesn't get along with your favorite means she deserves this slander?]
[People are complex. Laura's mother killed someone, but we don't know why. What if it was out of desperation? Acts of revenge out of desperation aren't unheard of.]
[Are Laura's fans for real? Can people actually empathize with a murderer? Your mothers aren't murderers, right? I hope not.]
[Evan's fans are ridiculous. Her mother has passed away. Whatever her mother did should not be held against this child, especially since she's truly excellent.]
[I'm sorry, I failed to see how excellent Laura is. Thanks. Apart from her face, she has nothing.]
Albert, reading the live comments, frowned deeply. In his office, he called his assistant in.
The assistant entered. "Mr. Yale, you wanted to see me?"
He got straight to the point. "I remember you wrote in your bio that you're articulate and skilled in all kinds of communication, right?"
The assistant, taken aback, nodded. "Yes."
Albert handed his assistant the laptop. "Help me trash talk back."
The assistant, puzzled, took the laptop and quickly scanned the barrage of live comments.
She immediately grasped the situation, a strange glint flashing in her eyes. "Mr. Yale, you've come to the right person."
Albert, curious, asked, "The right person?"
Ignoring his question, the assistant settled into the sofa with a cold smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.
The live comments section was a battleground of insults and spitfire, but then, a particularly flashy VIP comment scrolled across the screen.
[Your beloved 'idol' has nothing but his looks, huh? Isn't it common knowledge that he can't remember his lines or even cry on cue without looking like an idiot?]
[Looks like the fanatics are at it again today, simping your idols. Hope you enjoy the ass-kissing! Make sure to use peach-flavored toothpaste. Why peach, you ask? Because your idols' sugar mommy loves those peachy kisses from them!]
[Oh, and did you know? The sugar mommy backing your idol is a rather complex character. While you miss him, he's getting his butt pinched by her.]
[And guess what? Behind closed doors, your idol calls you all dumb pigs, which, according to him, is a term of endearment.]
[Laughing at Laura's mom being a murderer? No worries, your idol is basically a slaughterhouse owner, slaughtering you, the pigs who finance his lifestyle!]
[Here's a GIF of your idol getting his butt pinched by his sugar mommy and blushing shyly!]
The assistant quickly uploaded a GIF.
It shockingly showed Evan getting his butt pinched by a domineering, slightly overweight, greasy female CEO in her fifties.
After the pinch, Evan shyly dodged and then was seen kissing the greasy CEO against a wall.
The moment the GIF was posted, the internet exploded.
Breakfasts were thrown up everywhere!
Laura's fans quickly traced the origins of this savagery to Albert's ID, recognizing him as the one who claimed to be Laura's grandfather the previous night.
[It turned out to be the grandpa.]
[So it was Laura's grandpa from last night! My apologies!]
[The older, the wiser.]
[Not just Laura's grandpa, he's also the bane of Evan's fans.]
[Grandpa, you are My God.]
[Grandpa, I was blind to doubt you last night. I apologize.]
Albert watched as his friend requests skyrocketed to 99+, his mouth agape. "I didn't know you were that eloquent. And where did you get that GIF? Aren't you my personal assistant?"
The assistant replied cheerfully, "Once, when you were on a business trip, this female CEO stayed next door. I captured it then. Paparazzi can't access your floor. If I had posted it myself, my identity would be exposed. But posting it under your ID avoids that risk."
Albert still asked in confusion, "But how do you know all this in such detail?"
With a sly smile, the assistant confided, "Because I'm Evan's ex-girlfriend. I even caught them in the middle of doing that kind of thing in my apartment once."
Albert was speechless.
The assistant's smile widened, a look of determination in her eyes. "Don't worry, Mr. Yale. Taking revenge for your granddaughter and dealing with Evan, I'm a professional."
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