The manager went straight to the restaurant after he left the hall, and he told Vinson what happened earlier.
Vinson took a sip from his soup before answering, “Let them do what they want. Just don’t let the protesters cin and ruin the
release.”
The manager was a calm, rational guy, but even he got curious. “Sir, we're really letting them do what they want? The Internet's
swarming us. If we don’t do sdamage control, it might...”
The manager didn’t finish his sentence, but it was clear what he wanted to say. If they didn’t do any damage control, not even the
company could censor the masses anymore, since they could cup with a lot of ways to bypass the censorship.
Nightshire Group was the second-largest shareholder of Chanaea’s biggest online platform, holding twenty percent of its shares.
Even though the Intewas swarming them, it wouldn't be hard for Nightshire Group to quash the scandal.
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However, Vinson still wouldn't do any damage control, and he waved the manager down. “Ignore them.”
“Yes Sir.” The manager left the restaurant so Vinson could have his lunch in peace.
The moment he cout, the manager ran into Rayson. Rayson whispered, “Did you tell the president? Did he say anything? Does
he want us to censor them?”
The manager smiled bitterly and shook his head. “No. He said they can do whatever they want.”
Rayson was still nervous a moment ago, but he calmed down after hearing that. “He still won't do anything despite the severity of
this crisis. | knew it. He has a plan. The louder they shout, the more embarrassed they'll be. Just ignore them.”
The manager thought the sthing as well, and he cheered up. “I'll keep an eye on them for now. Sof them cuninvited,
and | don’t want them to ruin the release.”
The manager asked curiously, “What is it? Is it important?”
Rayson nodded seriously. “Yes. More important than this whole crisis.”
“What is it?” That got the manager more curious.
However, Rayson shook his head. “It's a secret. You'll know eventually. There'll be an official announcement.”
“Official announcement?” The manager frowned. You're making it sound like scelebrities are gonna announce that they're
dating.
He wanted to ask more, but Rayson had already gone
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into the restaurant, so he stopped and went back to the conference hall.
After Rayson closed the door, he called, “Sir.”
Vinson had just finished his soup. He was enjoying his lunch, just like how a medieval aristocrat would. After he wiped his mouth,
Vinson turned around. “You're back. Did she finish her food?”
“She did.” Rayson scrolled through his photos and handed it to Vinson. “But she can't finish all of them though.”
Vinson took a look and nodded. “That's good enough for me. Is she done? How much tdoes she need?”
S
Rayson answered, “The patient's almost done with the IV infusion when | was there. Ms. Moore said he'll be here in half an hour.
And... she said she won't come, since she has something else to do.”