The press release was held at Grandview Hotel. At the moment, the hotel was already packed with people. Most of them were
wearing a white bandana with the word ‘protest’ written over it. The remaining people were either there because they saw the
news online, or because they wanted to get scompensation.
They couldn't get in, of course, but they could see the live broadcast through the big screen on the hotel's front door.
The only people who could get in were reporters, food quality assessors, and so-called independent media.
Worried that the crowd might cause a commotion when they saw Vinson, the bodyguard asked the driver to stop right at the
entrance. Only then did Vinson manage to get in without a hitch.
However, Vinson didn’t go straight to the conference hall where the press release was held. Instead, the man went to the
restaurant and ordered sfood.
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Rayson was worried sick, and he said, “Sir, it's chaos out there. Sof the media cuninvited, but | can’t stop them, or that'd
be bad for our rep. You might have to chase them out yourself.”
Vinson was flipping through the menu calmly. “I don’t see the need for that.”
“There'll be a Q&A session later. Sof their. questions might end up ruining Soir Coffee's reputation even more.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Vinson paused for a moment, then he added, “This is the perfect chance to see which outlet sold
themselves out.”
Rayson was starting to sweat. He thought Vinson was calm. Too calm, actually. Shouldn't he be worried? Why is he having lunch
instead?
His concern did not escape Vinson. “I can’t work on an empty stomach. It's already one. Givestto get my lunch.”
“Yes, Sir,” Rayson answered and was about to leave Vinson alone, but Vinson stopped him.
“Hold it.”
Rayson stopped in his tracks and turned around quickly, excited. “Do you wantto chase the uninvited guests away?”
“No.” He handed the menu to Rayson. “Tell them to make two of everything | circled here. Send the extra to
Arielle. You know where she is.”
“Yes.” Rayson took the menu over, frustrated. | knew it. This guy never gets worried no matter how bad the crisis is. | shouldn't put
myself in a rut over this. Might as well pray to God so Soir Coffee can get through this.
Rayson didn’t know the customer who was sent to the ER had already awakened and could cover soon, so he was worried sick
about the situation.
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However, Vinson didn’t plan to tell him. He didn’t plan to tell anyone about it. Once the customer made their appearance, it'd be
hell for everyone who tried to attack Vinson.
At the stime, Wendy hurried back to Jadeborough University after saying goodbye to Susanne, since she only had a period off.
She called Cecilia—who was in Horington—on her way back. It went through quickly, but Cecilia sounded worried, “I saw the news,
Wendy. Soir Coffee's in big trouble. Did Vinson say anything about this?”
Wendy hadn't told her mother about the recent happenings, including the twhen Vinson suggested that she leave Nightshire
Manor.
She bit her lip and answered, “Just ignore it, Mom. | need you to look into someone for me.”
“Who?”
“Arielle. She's my classmate, and the young miss of Southall Group.”