Chapter 249: Chapter 249

Chapter 249:

“Right away,” Hamilton replied without hesitation.

Without needing further clarification, he knew that Rhys was referring to Harlee. In all the years he had served at Rhys’ side, Hamilton had only ever seen Rhys genuinely care for one woman, Harlee. Such a regrettable twist of fate. If only the newly found Miss Sanderson was the one haunting Rhys’ thoughts, his predicament would be markedly less complicated.

Caught in the crossfire of Rhys and his mother’s opposing expectations, Hamilton often found himself walking a tightrope.

He exhaled softly, resigning himself to coordinate with the domestic team for a thorough investigation.

While Rhys was still gathering information, the media maelstrom surrounding Harlee had already reached a boiling point. The trending topics stayed at the top. Worse, calls to boycott the Sanderson Group were gaining momentum.

As the timing seemed right, Harlee opened her laptop, ready to launch her counterattack, when a bold headline snagged her focus. She meticulously navigated the online forums, which, contrary to the antagonistic trending topics, hosted numerous arguments in her favor. Yet, the comments underneath were biting and relentless, slicing through the support with venomous words.

“Are you kidding me? You’re actually taking the rich’s side? What’s wrong with all of you? Establishing an entire forum just to back Harlee Sanderson.

Clearly, money can sway loyalties!”

“Mark my words, if Harlee Sanderson is exonerated, I’ll shave my head!”

Lɒtєѕτ ϲнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝓒𝓸𝓶

“What’s the going rate for your posts these days? Don’t keep all the money to yourselves. Spread some around!”

“She gave a lecture on the intricacies of aircraft design? Shouldn’t students of the Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department already grasp this? She should pad her resume more intelligently, at least.”

“And why not highlight her scholastic achievements too? Oh, that’s right. What achievements?”

“I insist that Baythorn University release a formal statement. Why is someone who’s merely a high school graduate lecturing university students?”

“If Harlee Sanderson is as exceptional as you claim, then I’m seriously doubting the caliber of this year’s students. Where exactly do you intend to work after graduation? I’ll make sure to steer clear of those firms!”

As the forum chaos escalated with trolls dominating, Dorsey, one of Harlee’s students, stepped up to defend her.

“You weren’t even present at the lecture, so what right do you have to judge? You might wield your keyboards to spew insults, but what has Miss Sanderson actually done to warrant such hostility?”

One troll retorted sharply, “Why should someone who’s just a high school grad be lecturing students? Does she truly deserve that role?”

“If Miss Sanderson lacks the credentials to discuss aviation, perhaps you’d care to enlighten us? Are online critics now more informed than students trained in aerospace engineering?” Another troll spitefully chimed in, “It’s amusing to see you rush to her defense. They must be compensating you handsomely.

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