Chapter 635 - Disaster spares no one 5

I frowned and couldn't help but speak up, "Dennis asked to investigate Selina's family and relationship

yesterday, have you done so? What is the relationship between that child and her?"

He nodded and spoke, "That child is her daughter, four years old, Selina is a single mother, she was

pregnant in college days, the child's father is currently not quite clear, the parents are local ordinary

workers, are retired, family conditions are not very difficult, but he has a gambling brother, these years

the old couple's pension and house are basically gambled away, now They are a family of four is rented

a fifty-square-meter house to live, the days are more fortunate."

This is to understand why Selina a death, the two elderly people are anxious to block, after all, the

family is living on Selina's salary, originally lived a relatively hard life, and now she suddenly jumped,

two elderly people plus a child, only afraid that there is no way to live.

After thinking about it, I looked at Toby and said, "You didn't sleep all night last night, or go back to the

office and rest for a while, I'll handle the hall."

He froze for a moment and spoke, "It's okay, I ......"

I looked and said seriously, "Toby, just because I haven't continued at the George Group over the years

doesn't mean I know nothing about it, and besides, what's in the hall is a civil dispute, not corporate

jargon, I can handle it, go back to resting in peace, eh?"

He hesitated, or wanted to say something, at this time his cell phone rang, he was embarrassed to

answer the phone, the other end should be his wife's voice, "husband, the baby has a fever, you come

back quickly."

Hearing this, his face changed and he looked at me and said, "Mrs. George, I'll leave this side to you, I

still have some things to do at home, I'll go back and check it out, I'll be right back."

I nod my head and urge him to take care of his rest.

Toby left, I went straight down the hall, it was already working time, the hall stood a dozen people, men,

women and children, I do not know where they got all the banners, which clearly reads 'kill to pay for

life, debt to pay.

Looked quite like that, the lobby front desk a few front desk ladies by their haunted one and all

trembling, afraid to accidentally say the wrong to be beaten.

Looking at this group of people, I can't help but think, fortunately Selina's body was taken away by the

funeral home people refrigerated, this to put in the past, it is estimated that these people will carry the

coffin here, and then while crying for money.

Security guards stand at the entrance to the elevator to prevent them from barging up to the office area

and making a scene so that no one else can get to work.

I got off the elevator, looked at the group of people who were already a little tired of the commotion,

walked to the reception desk, looked at the receptionist and said, "No reporters came today?"

In theory, today's reporters should be more than yesterday is, how today a person can not see.

The receptionist looked at me and froze, reacted with hindsight, looked at me and said, "It's still

morning, usually they come at noon or in the evening, that time is the peak of the crowd, and only at

that time Mr. George will pass through the lobby."

I froze, feelings of these journalists' main purpose or for Dennis, as for the families of the deceased,

they took pictures, go back to how to write, depending on who can make up the most stories.

Looking at the group of men, women and children in the hall, I took out a few thousand from my bag

and said to the receptionist, "You find someone to buy some fruits and pastries, try to buy some good

ones, and then arrange for someone to give them to them, by the way, buy some toys for the children

and distribute them to the children here, if you can chat with them, it would be better, if you have the

opportunity to set up a conversation, see why they are so anxious to come and make trouble. Ask if

anyone is behind this, and remember to call a few reliable reporters to take pictures."

The receptionist froze for a moment, then took the money and nodded repeatedly. The young girl was

very efficient and in no time distributed fruits and pastries to the troublemakers in the hall, except for a

few security guards guarding the elevator door, other security guards who distributed food, but naturally

sat in the crowd and chatted with them.

At this time, it also happens to be lunchtime, there are reporters began to appear one after another,

because there is a lesson from the last time, this time to the reporters, are quite restrained.

Not a moment later, the little girl at the front desk ran to me with some excitement, excited to, "Mrs.

George, those people are not relatives of Selina's family, someone paid them to come here, let them

come here to cry one day, one day, one hundred a day, these people are some square dance moms,

once they heard to come to one hundred a day, some of them brought their grandchildren

Grandchildren are brought over to make up the number."

I froze for a moment, I originally thought that these people would be more or less related to Selina's

family, but now it seems that the people behind this simply want the George Group to make some

trouble out of it.

After a moment of silence, I spoke, "Find a way to make a recording, then spend twice as much to get

them to leave, instruct them that they must tell people outside that Selina committed suicide, and as for

the rest, let them add as much fuel as they want, as long as it doesn't harm the George Group's

interests, let them say it."

The receptionist nodded and left, and I wondered who in the world would go to such lengths to discredit

the George Group and what they wanted.

The people in the hall have left one after another, the little girl at the front desk gave me the recorded

video and said, "Mrs. George, those people have left, now there are only Selina's parents left, you're so

smart, all of a sudden let those people in the hall quiet, those unsuspecting reporters today is

considered to have come for nothing, and also our company to do publicity! The reporters have come

for nothing today, and they are doing publicity for our company!"

I smiled lightly and my eyes fell on Selina's four-year-old child in the hall. The child looked a little

haggard and I don't know if it was my illusion, but I always felt that the child was a little unlike a normal

child.

Retracting my gaze, I looked at the little girl at the front desk and said, "Thank you for today, add me on

Facebook and send me the video, by the way, what's your name?"

The little girl looked a little pristine, her face flushed as she swept my Facebook and said with some

excitement, "Mrs. George, my name is Wendy Miller, just call me Wendy, it's an honor to do something

for Mrs. George."

I laughed a little, added her to Facebook, and within a few minutes she sent a video.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!" In a flash, the originally quiet hall suddenly burst into a

clamor.

I looked up and saw Selina's parents screaming somewhat heartbreakingly, and I looked to Wendy and

spoke, "Go check it out!"

She trotted over and pulled the people around Selina's parents, who were surrounded by the crowd,

away from her, and I followed them.

See the small child who just played on the sofa in the hall, at this time full of white face unconscious,

nose bleeding, does not look like the result of trauma.