NovelXXXChapter 588 It was still flu season. Aside from hospitals, most businesses had shut down, and people were staying home, doing their best to avoid infection and limit going out.
But after being cooped up for so long, tempers were fraying. People who already struggled with their mood grew more anxious and irritable. That's when the news broke: the Glenwood family was accused of manufacturing fake medicines, running corrupt hospitals, and raking in dirty money through various shady organizations.
Online forums exploded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"They'll stoop to anything for a buck! Don't they fear karma?" "So this is Crestwood's so-called 'First Family'? I bet their fortune was built on the backs of the vulnerable." "No wonder the meds I bought last tdidn't work! Turns out they were counterfeit. Damn it! Is there anything the Glenwoods won't do for money?" "My father took their fake pills and then had surgery at a Glenwood Group hospital. He didn't make it. I always thought it was just his age, but now I know the truth. The Glenwoods are monsters-giveback my father!" "My wife died after taking those fake drugs and then going in for surgery at one of their hospitals-lost both her and our unborn child." "My daughter died from those counterfeit meds too." "I always thought, hey, Glenwood Group is a public company, their products must be safe. I've been buying their stuff for years. Who knew the owners were such scum?" "Glenwood Group is rotten to the core. From now on, I'm boycotting everything they and their partners sell." "The Glenwoods should all rot in hell. A bunch of heartless tycoons, getting rich off the blood of ordinary people. Companies like this deserve to go down in flames." The Glenwoods had crossed a line. Nationwide outrage swept the country.
Furious, people flew in from all corners of the country, many arriving in Crestwood overnight. Instead of resting, they went straight to the Glenwood Mansion to vent their anger shurled acid or splashed paint, others screamed insults through bullhorns. When that wasn't enough, they even set up funeral wreaths at the mansion gates, complete with somber music fit for a memorial.
No detail was spared-about the only thing missing was a funeral banquet. Since the Glenwoods wouldn't provide one, the protestors took matters into their own hands.
Soon, a hundred or so people had gathered outside the Glenwood estate. There's strength in numbers. they ordered tables and catering online and set up a full spread fight there on the sidewalk, more than twenty tables in all.
These protestors had journeyed from every corner of the country to confront the Glenwoods. Over shared food and outrage, strangers quickly becfriends.
For days, this becthe norm. Each morning, the crowd would return, and once again the sounds of funeral dirges echoed across the estate.
"Damn it, these lunatics are going to drive us insane," Scales muttered, covering his ears, while Talbot paced the room, equally furious and helpless.
Talbot had tried repeatedly to suppress the scandal online, but this tthe backlash was spreading too fast. There was no stopping it.
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The front gates of Glenwood Mansion were smeared with them word "murderer, and every day someone would splash fresh bloodacross the entrance. The Glenwoods were now virt heal
prisoners in their own home, terrified of what the angry mob might ad if they dated stepe they dared step outside. That's when Talbot's phone rang. It was his assistant.
He answered at once, his voice tight with urgency. "Well, Didyou find out who's behind this?" The assistant's reply was crisp and clear. "It's President Carmichael. All the dirt, all the media spin-it's coming straight from her." "Citrine Carmichael?" Talbot blurted out in disbelief.
"Yes, sir," the assistant confirmed.
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