CH 230
The Return of The Lord God
Over the next few days, negative news about Jonas would keep on disappearing, only to reappear.
Jonas spent his days hiding at home, not leaving his front door, and watching the ever-changing internet with a sense of anger.
Borg, that waste, knew that the netizens were resistant to the deletion of negative news and yet he continued to do so! What a waste, what an idiot!
The speculation around the deletion of negative news continued to fester and had reached the point of no return. As the story festered, even the media, which everyone believed in so strongly, received questioning.
Borg always had a good relationship with the media and has crossed paths with various media channels. Once they got hold of some negative news, Borg would get the information before it was released. There had been times when, if it was too late to deal with it, Borg would quietly kill things before they festered.
In the end, it was up to Borg to sort this out.
Despite his dissatisfaction and disgust for Borg, Jonas held back his resentment and took a deep breath before dialling Borgâs number.
The phone only rang once before it was picked up. Before Jonas could say anything, Borg said sharply, âJonas, stop eliminating the internet posts!â
Jonas was stunned. âWerenât you the one eliminating them? Iâve been staying home as you said and not making any noise. â
âIt wasnât you?!â Borg was also stunned and said, âI thought it was you who asked Mr Lambert to step in and was setting things right. Thatâs why I didnât say anything.â
âWhat do you mean I asked Mr. Lambert to step in? Where did you get the idea that I asked Mr. Lambert to take care of this? I didnât ask him. â
Borg was surprised but said in his smoothest tone, âJonas, Iâve stopped the deletion after the first try when it backfired. But to my surprise, the endless stream of negative news about you continues to be deleted. I thought you asked Mr Lambert to help and had to watch things get worse and worse. Didnât you do this? â
Jonas was furious, âHow could I have done that? Am I stupid? I didnât even ask for Mr Lambert. â
Borg, on the other end of the line, was silent for a long time and hesitantly said, âThen who could be helping you?â
âHeh! Helping me? â Jonas sneered, âThat man is clearly trying to hurt me. Canât you see that? The faster my negative press disappears, the more people feel thereâs something wrong with me. Although the TV media will not make reports on me because youâve gotten through, those nosy netizens are going to bite me hard. If deliberately eliminating negative news about me at a time like this is not deliberately blackening me, then what is it? â
Jonas paused and said, through clenched teeth, âBorg, Iâm going to hold a press conference.â
âWhat are you going to do?â Borg hurried to stop Jonasâ thoughts, âThis kind of incident has gone beyond something like a scandalous negative press. This has escalated to a sensitive topic. What you need to do now is stay out of the loop, not lean forward.â
âI canât hide away any longer. The more I stay silent, the more satisfied the enemy is. â Jonas made up his mind, âIâm just sitting on my hands like this now, yet the black material about me has no evidence, although seemingly justified. Everything is derived from speculation. I called you because I hope you can help me arrange a venue and invite as many journalists who are familiar with me as possible. Also, invite some journalists from online platforms. Itâs a critical time, and I have to give some serious answers to turn the tide. Wasnât the presenter who unveiled me a live host? Letâs live stream too. Let them ask all the questions they suspect. â
Jonas took a moment to catch his breath, looked at the table, and continued, âBut these questions must be posed by the journalists. So the journalists have a subjective advantage in what questions to ask, you know what I mean? â
Borg said, âI understand. You are asking me to prepare the questions for the journalists, and when we are live, let them ask the questions as they were intended.â
Jonas nodded, âYes, thatâs it. Arenât we talking about live broadcasts for authenticity now? Then letâs give them the real Jonas. You write down the answers to those questions on paper and give them to me, Iâll memorize them. Time is short and I want you to implement this as soon as possible. â
Borg gave an âmmmâ on the other end of the line, âOK, Iâll get on it now. Iâll let you know when and where the press conference is when Iâm done.â
The two men hung up, and Jonas looked out of the window, as if remembering something, and made another call.
âMaster Lambert, itâs me, Jonas.â
âJonas, you disappoint me so much.â Jonasâ words were followed by Master Lambertâs voice on the other end of the line, âYouâve made a lot of noise and people know about you. Didnât I tell you to keep your ass clean? Is your brain only suitable for breeding?â
Jonas blushed but still said stiffly, âMaster Lambert, please listen to me. I still think there is something wrong with Mitchell. He must have something to do with this affair.â
âDo you have any proof?â
âYes! It is too much of a coincidence that the way my negative press started was because of the news about his identity being revealed.â
âHeh! Thatâs what you call proof? Your reasoning and imagination? â Master Lambert snorted. âAnyway, Iâll double-check on Mitchell. You find a way to deal with this matter first.â
Hearing Master Lambertâs perfunctory tone, Jonas gripped the phone tightly and bit the corner of his lip. âYes, Master.â
âBy the way, Jonas.â Master Lambert spoke up again, stopping Jonas from hanging up. âJonas, this thing of yours is a hurdle. Get past it and I will continue to provide you with the stimulants you want. If you canât get past it, do not come back to see me again. â
Jonas was about to speak when he heard the sound of the phone hanging up.
Dumbfounded for a moment, Jonas looked at the phone in his hand and slammed it down heavily on the table. Then, with a quick stride, he rushed to the drawer in the corner, pulled it open to remove a syringe, and injected it into his arm.
When the injection was completed, he wore a look of enjoyment and relief, miraculously re-energised after days without proper rest.
â¦â¦â¦
Master Lambert hung up the phone and began to think about Jonasâ words.
Seven days had passed since the wedding. After the ceremony, instead of opting for a honeymoon, Bai Lixin and Hallyvette quickly returned to their normal lives.
As Hallyvette had to work late at the office, Bai Lixin stayed at the Lambert residence to spend time with the old man.
Was Mitchell the one behind the manipulation?
The chances are almost nil.
That he was the mysterious host? That was even more unlikely.
The timing was even more unlikely.
Mitchell was with him almost every morning as soon as he got up to water the flowers in the garden. He could not find the time to run this thing.
But Jonasâ speculation was so certain that it made Master Lambert hesitate a little.
Was it possible that Mitchell was hiding something else, as Jonas had said?
Rising from his chair, Master Lambertâs eyes flickered for a moment before he left the study and headed for Bai Lixinâs bedroom.
When he reached Bai Lixinâs bedroom, a gentle push on the door revealed that it was not closed. He carefully pushed the door open and saw Bai Lixin holding an object in his hand and examining it.
When Master Lambert coughed gently, he saw Bai Lixin tucking the object into the middle of a book in a panic.
Master Lambert narrowed his eyes at this and began to suspect Bai Lixin.
Bai Lixin stood up abruptly after stuffing the things in and said in a slight panic, âFather, you, what are you doing here?â
Master Lambert took a deep look at Bai Lixin and slowly paced in front of the desk, coldly snorting, âI am an old man. I was bored and wanted to talk to you. Why did you look so frightened when you saw me? Did you do something wrong? â
Bai Lixinâs eyes kept glancing at the book, and he laughed awkwardly, âItâs just that I didnât hear a sound when father came and was a bit surprised.â
Master Lambert finally walked over to the desk and fished the book out with his hand. âI saw you sneak something into the book. What is it? Can this old man take a look?â
His hand was already opening the book even as he asked.
There was no need to search for page after page; just a gentle flick and the book opened directly on the page with the object.
Master Lambert smiled coldly, but then his cold expression froze when he saw the object and turned to one of ecstasy, âMitchell! Mitchell, youâre pregnant?!â
Bai Lixin was blushing and rubbing his hands together in embarrassment, âIâ¦Iâm not sure yet. I just tested. I havenât gone to the hospital for a retest yet. â
âNot sure?!â Master Lambert came over with the pregnancy test and said excitedly, âWhy arenât you sure? It shows plainly, what is it if not pregnancy? When was the last time your pheromones escaped? â
It was only then that Master Lambert realised how rude he was being. If it had been an omega that had asked this question, he would not have been so embarrassed, but coincidentally, he was an alpha. Asking an omega when his pheromones had escaped was a real breach of etiquette.
Master Lambert was busy apologising and laughing, âHaha, so what, just pretend I didnât ask anything. Iâll go to the hospital with you tomorrow for a retest!â
The moment he saw the pregnancy test, Master Lambert immediately put Jonasâs matter out of his mind, and only one voice in his heart said in ecstasy: Bravo, bravo!