I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 388

Meanwhile, at the Pearsons, Gordon had just stepped out of the study when a servant hurriedly came

over to him with a parcel in his hands. "Sir."

Gordon frowned as he swept his gaze over the box. "What's this?"

"This was delivered last night, and it's written here that… you should open it personally."

He snorted derisively as he paced to the couch with his walking stick and sat down, saying coldly,

"Who's so great that I have to open this parcel myself?"

The servant stood at the side and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Throw it out," Gordon instructed.

"Yes, sir," the servant answered with a nod.

Right before he left the living room, Gordon suddenly said, "Hold on."

Immediately, the servant returned. Then, he ordered, "Open it. I would like to see what's inside."

The servant answered and opened the courier box, only to find a voice recording in the box.

Gordon jutted his chin out and gestured at the servant to play the recording, but after hearing the

contents, he frowned. "What's this?"

His subordinate at the side answered, "Miss McKinney entered a competition recently, and this is

probably her conversation with the organizer."

An incredibly displeased look washed over Gordon. "Why is someone sending me their conversation?"

"The Pearson Group is the organizer of this competition, and when the competition was ongoing, there

were a lot of rumors questioning the authenticity of the competition. They said that President Pearson

told Miss McKinney the competition rules in advance in order to let her win first place, but these were

all false accusations. In the end, the one who won the competition wasn't her but someone else," the

subordinate continued.

Gordon narrowed his eyes in contemplation as he picked up the voice recorder and played it again.

Gordon was far from a fool. So, after he heard the information earlier, coupled with the contents of the

recorder, he immediately understood the intentions of the person who sent him this.

He sneered and tossed the recorder aside. "After all these years, this is the first time someone has the

nerve to make me pull the trigger."

But with this recording, I just need to pull some strings, and Aidan will be charged with abuse of power.

This is an excellent way to snatch the Pearson Group away from him, he thought and ordered his

subordinate, "Take this to our men. They'll know what to do."

The man immediately did as he instructed. Then, as he sat on the couch, deep in thought, he barked to

the servant on standby, "Find out who sent this to me. The nerves of them to make use of me. I would

like to find out who has such guts!"

…

At night, Leanna lifted her head from a pile of drafts and stretched out the crick on her neck. When she

saw that it was already completely dark out, she checked the time on her phone and saw that it was

already 9.00PM. Yet, when she walked around the studio, she didn't see Aidan anywhere.

Didn't the b*stard tell me to wait for him? So why isn't he here yet? she wondered.

When she was about to call him, she thought that he might be busy, so she gave up the idea and

decided to look for him instead.

After she tidied her things, she locked the studio door and drove to the Pearson Group.

When she was halfway there, she suddenly received a call from Zoe. "Nana, did you see the news on

the Internet?"

"I'm driving now and didn't check my phone," she answered. "What happened?"

"Damn, I must really hand it to them. Some idiot recorded your conversation with Lewis and posted it

on the Internet. Many people are now saying that the competition was held because President Pearson

wanted to promote you on purpose, and it has lost all of its impartiality. Now, the official Twitter account

of the Pearson Group and the organizers have been called to question, filled with keyboard warriors

demanding an explanation."

Leanna furrowed her brows. "When did this happen?"

"About half an hour ago. I just saw it as well. Where are you now? Are you home already?"

"I'm on the way to look for Aidan."

"I think you shouldn't do it," Zoe said. "I think the entire Pearson Group must be on tenterhooks now,

and you may not meet him even if you go there."

Leanna pursed her lips. "It's okay. I'll try to take a look, and it's fine if I don't get to meet him."

After she hung up, she opened her browser and saw that this topic was trending, and there was even

the word 'HOT' at the end of the search, proving just how huge of a mess this was.

She clicked on the first video, which contained a thirty-second voice recording. The beginning and end

had been edited off, and only the part where Lewis said that he would let her brand have a special

show was left.

The parts of the conversation where she said she would consider it was completely nonexistent, and

there were a plethora of harsh criticisms in the comments section.

'Heh, this is absolutely amazing. President Pearson is a loving husband indeed. To be able to do

something like this, he's really holding the flag of capitalism high in the air.'

'As a designer myself, I'm disgusted by this. If he really wants to promote her so much, he should just

throw in the money directly. Is there really a need to stage such a huge show? Does he take us for

fools? This is outrageous!'

'Back then, when McK participated in the competition, I already sensed that something was off, but I

didn't think that it would turn out this way. I just feel sorry for the designers who worked so hard on their

designs and didn't even imagine that this was all an inside job. In the end, they wasted so much energy

and effort for nothing.'

'That's a really grand show! At this point, I really take my hat off to McK. Even after the divorce, she

could still wrap him around her little finger. She should publish a tutorial when she's free.'

In addition to these, many started to badger her in her DMs. Finally, she took in a breath, set her phone

aside, and stepped on the gas pedal, speeding toward the Pearson Group.

The Pearson Group was utterly shrouded in a depressing cloud, and nobody dared to get off work.

Leanna went upstairs using the elevator and headed for the president's office but saw Jonathan

standing at the door quietly. "How are things?" she asked, approaching him.

"Old Mr. Pearson is here," he murmured softly.

A furrow appeared between her brows, and just when she was about to speak, she heard something

being smashed inside the room like it had struck the wall.

Jonathan immediately led her to the lounge. "Miss McKinney, please wait for President Pearson in this

room."

She nodded and took a seat on the couch. A couple of minutes later, Jonathan returned with a glass of

warm water.

Leanna bit her lip before she voiced, "Did this issue cause a huge impact on the Pearson Group?"

He answered, "This type of baseless accusation doesn't have much impact, to begin with, as long as it

is clarified. But as you know… Old Mr. Pearson has always wanted to replace President Pearson.

So…"

Although he didn't finish his sentence, she understood what he meant. There was no doubt that the

Pearsons were grasping onto this like leeches and refused to back down, using this as a tool against

Aidan.

Just then, Jonathan's phone started ringing, and he said to her, "I'm leaving now, Miss McKinney. Call

me if you need anything."

"Sure."