Chapter 535

“I share your sentiments, mate,” one user expressed above. “Out of nowhere, all these newbies popped up praising Penelope within a few hours. Do they think we’re stupid or something? And all of them talk about Penelope being pretty. Please, we have eyes and we can see who’s pretty, okay?”

“I noticed it, too,” another chimed in. “The PR team Penelope hired is doing a lousy job. They’re awkwardly praising her, and the photos are so poorly edited that the background is twisted.”

It wasn’t long before other sharp-eyed netizens caught on.

“Allison’s latest tweet doesn’t have a single punctuation mark, someone pointed out. “It’s clear that someone else wrote it for her. Allison always uses punctuation in her tweets!!”

“Oh my God, it should be obvious to anyone with half a brain,” another added. “Epic Entertainment is a film and entertainment company under Lindberg Corporation. Penelope is Lucian’s fiancée. Allison is also an artist at Epic Entertainment. It all adds up – Allison must have been threatened!”

“Absolutely disgusting. Epic Entertainment’s oppression of artists is too blatant. Penelope really is shameless and fragile.”

“I noticed it too!! Allison must be under threat. Poor girl!”

Despite Allison’s latest tweet proclaiming herself and Penelope as best friends, the majority of netizens weren’t buying it.

“We know you’re being threatened by Epic Entertainment. Take care of yourself, Allison.”

“Stay strong, Allison! Fight against the corporate!”

“We’ve got your back, Allison. If you’re ever in trouble, just let us know.”

Some netizens even noted the similarities between Allison and Penelope.

“Has anyone else noticed how much Allison and Penelope resemble each other? They look like sisters.”

“I noticed it too. They have strikingly similar features, but their charm is different. Is Allison by any chance a member of the Flanagan family? Could she be the long-lost daughter?”

An idle remark made by a user sparked a wildfire. As Leah was scrolling through Twitter, she bit her lip, wondering if Allison could truly be Christopher and Grace’s child.

If so, she would be in serious danger.

Leah had always had her suspicions. It was only when Grace presented the DNA test results of Allison and Joshua that she let her guard down. Now, her doubts were resurfacing. She was wondering if Grace had tampered with the DNA results. She needed to investigate this herself.

A week later, the storm seemed to have passed.

Allison shifted her focus away from the issue, as she was about to join Wade’s film.

“Grace seems unwell these days, according to her housekeeper,” Emma informed Allison.

Allison, who was reading her script, paused at the news. “Don’t tell me about her anymore. If she’s unwell, send her to a hospital. I’ll cover the medical expenses,” she said. Her voice was soft and indifferent.

Emma nodded, respecting Allison’s wishes.

In the afternoon, Allison visited the cemetery. She brought a bouquet of white lilly and baby’s breath.

“Dad, Ricky, I’m here to see you.” Allison placed the flowers down, wiping the dust off the tombstones with a tissue.