Chapter 95 Secrets Worth Exploring
Jessica couldn't help but notice the building nearby.
The Harriman Group headquarters were right in the center of the financial district on Wall Street.
There were two connected buildings nearby, with a geometrically staggered structure between them. While the building appeared simple and understated from the outside, the internal structure beneath the Harriman Group logo was developed with high technology.
It refracted different lights with changes in weather and temperature, exuding extraordinary sophistication amidst its understated appearance.
Jessica withdrew her gaze, picked up the script, and tried to focus on it.
It was just someone who had appeared in her life by chance for over a month, a twist of fate.
She couldn't dwell on it too much.
Yet the words on the script in front of her inexplicably transformed into vivid scenes. Gabriel sprayed water around in the bathroom, making her scream; she wore a large cervical collar while walking around the house, instructing Gabriel to fetch medicine and water and asking him to go downstairs to pick up Danielle. Gabriel stood in the kitchen making breakfast for her and Danielle. Danielle enjoyed the steak he cooked and said it was delicious and wanted more in the future...
Jessica closed the script directly, closed her eyes, and sat quietly in the car as if she were asleep until they arrived at the set. Even after getting out of the car, she didn't say any word and went straight into the dressing room, where had gossipmongers waiting for her.
Seeing Jessica walk in looking fine, they couldn't help but sneak glances at her.
What was exactly her background?
She was on the brink of total despair yesterday, but suddenly, a drastic turnaround appeared.
Especially an hour ago, Trinity suddenly posted an apology statement on her Twitter, spanning over a thousand words.
The gist of it was that she had originally intended to give a like to Jessica's Twitter in the same crew but accidentally switched to her fiancé Keegan's Twitter, not realizing the mix-up, which caused such a huge public uproar.
She expressed deep apologies and also explained that there was no acquaintance between Jessica and Keegan, and the previous rumors had no photographic or video evidence to support them. She hoped fans and netizens would stop bothering Jessica.
Everyone was waiting to see Jessica's drama, but it turned out to be Trinity, a player who had never lost before, publicly apologizing on the Twitter.
Even more surprisingly, the Four Seas Entertainment also simultaneously released a statement, vowing to thoroughly investigate the marketing accounts and behind-the-scenes instigators who spread rumors about the relationship between Keegan and Jessica in recent days and hold them legally accountable.
Jessica's counterattack was truly spectacular.
But it was all too bizarre.
For a moment, the makeup artists who had secretly collaborated in spreading rumors, as well as the staff who had deliberately caused trouble for Jessica, were all feeling uneasy.
The dressing room, usually bustling with people, fell eerily quiet since Jessica's arrival.
When Zoey came in with a thermos to give Jessica some water, she noticed the strange atmosphere around but probably guessed the reason. She didn't show a good expression to those who were opportunistic, walked up to Jessica, put down the thermos beside her, and whispered, "Jessica, Mackenzie is here, waiting for you in the car."
"I'll come over after finishing my makeup," Jessica said her first words since entering.
Jessica had just seen the recent developments on Twitter. It was clear that the apology statement wasn’t written by Trinity. It was either drafted by Keegan's PR team or posted by Trinity's staff. With Trinity's temperament, she would never write such a smooth, self-preserving apology.
Jessica's Twitter followers kept growing, and the messages in her inbox had shifted from continuous insults to various inquiries and curiosity.
Curious about her identity, particularly gossipmongers asked who was backing her.
Of course, Trinity's fans continued to insult her while also questioning if she had an improper relationship with someone powerful, claiming they would investigate and report this person.
Throughout the incident, Jessica hadn't responded on Twitter at all.
Instead, her calm and mysterious demeanor only made people more eager to explore, increasing the level of attention.
Trinity was locked at home. She picked up the cellphone with a shattered screen and looked at the very official apology text on her Twitter. Her lips pressed into a cold line.
Suddenly, she picked up another cellphone, dialed a number, and said, "Send me the videos you recorded near Jessica's house last time at the kindergarten gate."
After receiving a reply, Trinity hung up and looked back at the shattered cellphone.
It was strange that despite sending people to closely monitor Jessica, they couldn't capture anything near Jessica's house. All the surveillance footage was either black or corrupted files.
The only thing they managed to capture was at a public kindergarten two streets away from Jessica's house, where Jessica was said to occasionally appear.
Although they didn't capture anything worth investigating, wasn't the fact that Jessica frequently appeared near the kindergarten something worth exploring?
In the geometrically staggered buildings on both sides of the Harriman Group headquarters, the southern one housed its staff office building, while the other one contained a fully modernized facility with amenities such as a gym, restaurant, exhibition hall, electronic conference rooms, and more, akin to a hotel. Only Harriman Group employees could access the other building's benefits, including five-star standard meals, during breaks, using their work IDs. The employees received generous salaries and benefits, but it wasn't a place where just anyone with a regular school diploma could enter.
The recruitment threshold at the Harriman Group was extremely high. Most finance master's graduates returning from abroad who applied here would be eliminated, and the remaining few who stayed would still be in a probationary period. Whether they could stay here depended entirely on their work abilities and individual skills.
The next day.
At exactly 1 p.m., in the Harriman Group's electronic conference room, dozens of laptops were neatly arranged on the conference table, and all the directors had arrived. Mr. Michael, supported by someone with a cane, walked into the conference room.
As the meeting progressed for nearly an hour, Simon signaled to the several directors who had come with him.
They needed to make a final confirmation about Gabriel's death a month ago and pressure Michael to relinquish control of the company.
From the number of votes for participation in the board of directors to the meticulous planning up to now, Simon had everything arranged. As long as Michael loosened his grip on the news of Gabriel's death. All things shall eventually settle into dust.
The directors in the meeting room were heatedly debating.
At 2:10 p.m., three black cars drove into the front square of the Harriman Group office building one after another.
A Maybach led the way, followed by a very cold and dazzling black Bentley, which stopped directly in the center of the main hall of the building.
