694 Chapter 693
The entrance of the Olsen Group was swarming with people. Reporters clustered together, and the conference room inside was packed to capacity. Those without an invitation were left to wait outside. Some resourceful journalists had managed to sneak in and had even started live-streaming the event.
“Hello, everyone, I’m here at the Olsen Group headquarters,” one of the reporters began. “Yes, the Olsen Group is expected to make a decision today regarding Miss Olsen’s alleged support of espionage. As many of you know, insider sources claimed last week that the Olsen family had already kicked her out. Let’s see what Mr. Olsen, the head of the family, has to say today!”
This situation had captured a lot of attention, especially since “Keera” had been trending online. The livestream quickly attracted a massive audience. The comment section exploded with activity.
“Today’s press conference must be to announce that they’ve kicked Miss Olsen out of the family, right?”
“I heard she was only recently acknowledged as Mr. Olsen’s daughter, but she grew up outside the family. Did she get so dazzled by wealth that she forgot who she really is?”
“If she keeps this up, she won’t even remember her own name…”
“The Olsen Group better give us an explanation. Patriotism is non-negotiable. I have zero tolerance for anyone who doesn’t love their country!”
“With the way things look, they’re definitely here to announce something big…”
“Where is this Miss Olsen anyway? Why isn’t she here yet?”
“Maybe she’s too scared to show up! If she does, we’ll roast her!”
“…”
Similar comments flashed rapidly across the screen.
Meanwhile, at Freeman Sect…
Trevor Freeman, the Sect Leader, was watching the live-stream on his phone. Seeing the flood of negative comments, his expression darkened. He stood up abruptly and barked, “Get everyone in the sect over here, now!”
James, standing nearby, was taken aback. “Why are we gathering everyone?” he asked, confused.
“Just do it!” Trevor snapped.
“Alright, alright,” James replied, quickly leaving to gather the members.
Soon, a group of disciples assembled in front of Trevor Freeman. James reported, “Sect Leader, we’ve got about 347 members in Clance, and there are 320 here. The rest had other obligations. What’s going on?”
Trevor’s face turned serious as he addressed the group. “I’ve called you all here for one reason: to defend your senior sister’s honor!”
James was the first to jump in, “Where do we go to defend her honor? Just say the word! Is it the Olsen Group?”
His last question was asked with some hesitation. He remembered seeing how protective Uncle Olsen and Trevor Freeman were of “Keera” during a previous incident. It couldn’t be anyone else they were defending, right?
But wasn’t today’s press conference supposed to be about Uncle Olsen officially recognizing “Keera’s” place in the family? So, who could’ve offended her?
The rest of the group exchanged puzzled looks.
Trevor’s voice cut through their confusion, “Now, listen up! Attention!”
The disciples immediately stood at attention, determined not to be outdone by their peers. None of them wanted to be the one who got whacked by Trevor’s stick. Then he commanded, “Horse stance, now!”
Everyone was confused.
Weren’t they supposed to be standing up for their senior sister? Why were they doing horse stance exercises?
As they tried to figure out what was happening, Trevor took out his phone and ordered, “Take out your phones!”
The group, still in horse stance, quickly grabbed their phones. Trevor then shared the live-stream link in their group chat. “Alright, join this livestream and start posting positive comments!”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Trevor glared at them. “A bunch of clueless bystanders are smearing my disciple’s name, and you think I’ll just let that slide? Start posting! I want a thousand positive comments from each of you, with a minimum of fifteen words per comment! If you don’t hit the target, you’ll stay in horse stance all day!”
The disciples couldn’t believe their ears.
A thousand comments?
How were they supposed to manage that?
Muttering under their breath, the disciples began furiously typing on their phones while holding their horse stances. Soon enough, their comments started to flood the livestream, burying the negative ones.
“Miss Olsen is the most beautiful woman in the world! What nonsense are you all spouting?”
“Miss Olsen is incredibly strong! I’m sure she’s got impeccable character!”
“There’s got to be more to this story! Anyway, I believe Miss Olsen wouldn’t do something like that.”
“Oh my god, Miss Olsen is so kind-hearted and beautiful!”
“I had a big breakfast today, five bagels and a latte.”
Trevor, pacing between the disciples, noticed this last comment and smacked the disciple on the head. “I told you to praise your senior sister, not talk about what you ate! That one doesn’t count!”
“And you!” he pointed at another, “What’s with all the ‘oh my gods’ and ‘ahs’? Are you stuttering or something? This isn’t a web novel where you pad the word count!”
The disciples were speechless.
James watched the scene unfold, feeling a sense of dread for the poor souls in front of him. Just then, one of the disciples suddenly stood up straight, glaring angrily at Trevor, “Sect Leader, why do we have to sit here and post praise for Senior Sister? What she did, even the special forces wouldn’t approve of, and I’m embarrassed by it!”
The others quickly chimed in.
“Yeah, the first rule of Freeman Sect is to love your country!”