When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)

Chapter 387 Chaos Upon Chaos

Gladys was aware that Amelie must be feeling extremely anxious at that moment. However, without Amelie, she had no idea how to solve the problem at hand.

"I'm so sorry. It's all because I wasn't careful enough. If only I reminded them to wear their visitor pass at all times."

Amelie told me about it. Why did I mess up?

"Now is not the time to investigate. Besides, this is not something you could have predicted. Don't blame yourself."

Gladys stayed silent.

It was surprising for Gladys that the boss ended up comforting her at that moment, which made her feel even more guilty.

How can I give up when the boss, who is stuck in a quagmire, hasn't?

"Don't worry, Amelie. I will hold on," Gladys promised while clenching her fists.

Amelie nodded in satisfaction. "Dealing with the couple is not a big deal. I'll send you something, and you can make it public."

After saying that, she quickly sent a message as she ended the call.

Gladys was curious about what Amelie would send her.

Just as she was thinking about it, her phone beeped with a message from Amelie.

Gladys hurriedly checked her inbox. When she saw its content, she exclaimed in surprise.

Indeed, Amelie is different when it comes to handling issues. Even if I learn the ropes for another ten years, I wouldn't be as skilled as her. I'm now a fan of Amelie!

After sending the message, Amelie rubbed her temples.

The company's matter was considered child's play compared to the difficulties with the Alston Family.

Although she had no intention of forcing a marriage, recent events seemed to point to this possibility, which gave her a headache.

Just as she was thinking about this, Julia called her urgently. "Elie, look! Leo…"

…

Gladys hurried back to the second-floor lecture hall of the training camp with the message Amelie had given her.

Upon her arrival, she was greeted with chaos, as more than two hundred people were crammed into a space meant for half that number.

Among the throng were reporters with microphones and bloggers from various platforms, eager to ride the wave of attention surrounding Amelie's scandal.

The students, reporters, and bloggers swarmed around a couple who stood at the center of the crowd, holding cameras and cell phones to film them.

Someone in the crowd bombarded the couple with questions, asking, "Which school did you graduate from? What did you major in? What position do you currently hold in which company?"

"W-We…" The woman could not speak coherently and could only play with her fingers.

Meanwhile, the man angrily shouted at the crowd, "We just want to improve ourselves! Yes, you graduated from prestigious schools and have decent jobs, unlike us, who are just factory workers on the assembly line. But we are all human beings. You guys are here to learn, so why can't we?"

The words 'factory worker' and 'assembly line' were enough to betray their social standing.

The elites in the audience became furious. "What kind of place is this? Executives and assembly line workers being trained together?"

"We didn't pay good money to attend classes with assembly line workers. We might as well go to the factory if we want to do that!"

"Who do you think we are?"

"I seriously doubt the quality of this course!"

"If ordinary assembly line workers like you can understand this course, there is no quality to it!"

The reporters and internet celebrities present recorded everything, paying particular attention to the man's words, which they deemed evidence against Knowlit.

Several internet celebrities were doing live broadcasts, and live chats were flooded with comments criticizing Knowlit.

Although Jodie was far away, she did not miss the live broadcasts or the barrage of comments as she smiled in satisfaction.

"Oh, how did this happen?" Chandler also saw the live broadcast and deliberately showed a shocked expression.

It has to be said that Jodie isn't good at anything except framing people.

Chandler was quite satisfied.

He was happy, thinking that the students would not be satisfied as they began to make a fuss.

Everyone took out their cell phones to record everything.

"Wait a minute." There was a clear voice.

Immediately after, someone pushed through the crowd with great force.

Everyone turned around and saw a girl in her twenties wearing a Knowlit work pass on her chest. She had no fear and was wearing a confident look.

Perhaps her confidence had stunned the crowd as no one spoke.

Gladys nodded at the crowd and didn't introduce herself immediately, instead looking at the couple. "I will tell everyone how they got in here."

Without saying a word, she tapped her phone and raised it high, and a figure appeared on the screen.

The scene depicted the couple conversing with Amelie inside the office while Gladys provided them with visitor passes and instructed the couple to put them on.

"Are they only visitors?" Everyone was surprised and turned their attention to the two individuals.

Upon seeing Gladys' video, the couple slowly took out their visitor passes. "We didn't want you to look down on us, so we kept them hidden after entering," they explained.

Despite their explanation, the students, all of whom held managerial positions within the company, remained skeptical. "If that's the case, why didn't you explain earlier?"

The woman responded in a self-deprecating tone, "We thought that if we explained the situation, people might assume that Knowlit bribed us to forge these badges."

The words 'factory worker' and 'assembly line' were enough to betray their social standing.

Gladys scoffed. "Given that you were surrounded by everyone and had no opportunity to interact with anyone from our company, why would anyone suspect such a thing?"

The woman's expression wavered at the counter-question, and she immediately glanced at the man for support.

Without hesitation, the man responded, "Although they said we could only stay for two days, they still allowed us in. Doesn't that indicate that they accepted us?"

His statement seemed plausible.

This was how marketing worked, after all.

So, there was a shift in the audience's demeanor once again.

The comments in the live chat became more scathing and critical.

"They are only after money and reputation. Shameful!

"Their words were well-crafted. I almost fell for it."

"This company is a scam. It should be shut down!"

Jodie felt cold sweat trickling down her back as she observed the situation unfold after Gladys' previous move.

However, the man turned the table. Instead of saving Knowlit, Gladys' action backfired and intensified the public's desire to shut it down. This delighted Jodie.

Money truly talks.

Initially, she thought the man and woman's asking price was exorbitant, but now, she considered it a worthy investment.

Amelie, prepare to shut down Knowlit. Your reputation will suffer too. Soon, Starlight Media will face the same fate as Knowlit!

Jodie had already plotted to ruin Amelie, reducing her to a desperate state where she would beg for mercy on her knees like a helpless mouse in the streets.

Jodie was elated at the prospect of Amelie's downfall.

Meanwhile, Gladys was unfazed by the crowd's excitement and remained determined to follow in Amelie's footsteps.

"I have another piece of evidence. Please look at this." She lifted her phone again.

As soon as the man and woman heard that Gladys had another piece of evidence, they exchanged glances. The man lunged forward and snatched her phone.

Although Gladys attempted to retrieve her phone, the woman blocked her with her body. "You're not sincere in your words or actions. You're trying to deceive us, the ignorant students. That's unacceptable!"

While the woman spoke, the man stepped on the phone to crush it. "This so-called evidence must be a fabricated video. Don't be fooled!" he taunted, then sneered at Gladys from behind the public's back.

"The court announces—"

Just then, a loud voice boomed throughout the lecture hall.

The sudden outburst caught everyone's attention, and they looked around in alarm.

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