“I think we can search Sean Hall’s home. Her psychological resilience isn’t strong—she might have left behind some information.”

She didn’t know how malicious that person could be, or how skillful their brainwashing methods were. The more unrelated people got involved, the more likely it was for clues to be left behind. Even if he could guarantee he wouldn’t make mistakes, he couldn’t guarantee others wouldn’t.

The human heart can never be fully calculated.

“We’ll use the investigation into Sean Hall’s suicide as the reason, and request Rachel Thornton’s understanding and cooperation.”

Henry Harris turned to look at her.

That reason wasn’t impossible. But now, with Sean Hall’s car accident, her life or death uncertain, and suspected suicide, the cause seemed related to 【Crime Analysis】 infringing on citizens’ privacy. This project had always been in cooperation with the Public Security Bureau, so related public officials would inevitably be affected by public opinion. At a time like this, if they applied for a search warrant and Rachel Thornton strongly objected, higher-ups might slow down the investigation out of concern for social impact.

Henry Harris also hoped to be more considerate of the leaders—after all, if the leaders got upset and left, no one would take the blame. Usually, if the old man drank a little less goji berry tea, she’d already feel nervous, afraid the old leader’s health regimen wouldn’t be enough to support the antics of his subordinates.

The Vault shifted her gaze toward the dimly lit ward at the end of the corridor. The light in the operating room was still on, and the group sat silently at the door, waiting.

Henry Harris actually disliked dealing with family members, but this kind of thing could never be avoided. She recalled Rachel Thornton’s blurry face and said tiredly, “Let’s wait until the surgery is over. I’ll go talk to her. I’ve already had someone stationed near Sean Hall’s home—if any suspicious people come and go, we’ll notice.”

The Vault was silent for a moment, then said, “I’ll go talk to her.”

Henry Harris was surprised, then nodded after a moment. “Alright.”

She had other arrangements to make. After handing the task to The Vault, she went to find her own officers to make arrangements—she still had to rush to the next location soon.

Not far away, Julian Grant was staring intently at his phone screen. Only after the two finished talking did he slowly walk over to The Vault.

The Vault saw him taking photos earlier and asked, “What is it?”

Julian Grant smiled, turned the screen, and handed it to her: “Looks just like two delegates having a diplomatic meeting.”

The Vault glanced at it.

A narrow windowsill, a dim background, the two of them talking face to face, both with serious expressions, a hint of meticulous inquiry.

The Vault: “……” It really does look a bit like that.

Julian Grant held out his fist like a microphone and interviewed her: “Have you finalized any projects?”

The Vault glanced down, gently pushed his imaginary microphone away, and asked, “Isn’t Trident worried about its online image?”

Julian Grant shrugged, trying to look relaxed and natural: “It’s fine. The whole negotiation was recorded on camera. We’ll just release the unedited video and transcript. Trident’s customer service and PR are very capable—I trust they won’t make any mistakes that could be used against them.”

·

When Sean Hall’s incident first happened, netizens were indeed shocked.

If you say they were cyberbullying, they did reflect sincerely and felt their words weren’t too harsh—after all, they didn’t know the details at the time, so they weren’t particularly emotional.

But for someone to suddenly be gone like that, it was still hard for them to accept.

“Why did she commit suicide? What privacy did Trident violate to push her to this point?”

“Can Trident come out and give a detailed explanation? She’s dead—asking for an explanation isn’t too much, right?”

“Did Trident’s PR say something harsh during the negotiation? Honestly, I felt that lady was very emotional—maybe a careless word set her off. If that’s the case, it’s impossible to explain clearly.”

“She’s not dead, isn’t she still being rescued? Why are you rounding her off already? Trust the doctors!”

“Why can’t it just be a simple accident? The probability of an accident is already high when emotions run high.”

The controversy and discussion around 【Live Crime Broadcast】 had always been intense. Before the situation could spiral negatively, Trident directly released the video recorded in the meeting room.

Trident’s attitude was extremely open, stating that management had already reviewed the conversation and unanimously believed the incident was not caused by the discussion. They hoped everyone would patiently wait for the police report.

In the video, Trident’s staff repeatedly emphasized two things.

“This part of the story was used as supplementary material during the production of the Harry Forrest series. I believe you know that among the five witnesses who were killed in revenge, one of the women had a close relationship with your husband, which is why we investigated your husband’s cause of death. Everything we did was strictly according to the rules. If we offended you in the process, we sincerely apologize. Trident can compensate you for your loss.”

“These are our credentials—you can check our legitimacy. We can assure you that when Trident produces copies, we will heavily process the appearance, names, and other private information of non-criminals, deleting all information unrelated to the case. But to ensure the accuracy of the story, we cannot agree to your request to cancel production. Because aside from your husband’s right to privacy, there are others suffering from public misunderstanding who need a public platform to tell their stories. And the public also has a right to know.”

The staff responsible for appeasement were gentle and polite throughout, never losing composure even when facing Sean Hall’s unreasonable troublemaking and threats.

In comparison, Sean Hall’s state went from initial rage to much calmer by the time she was about to leave. If you insist she was provoked by Trident into suicide, that’s simply nonsense.

“I really feel for Trident’s employees!”

“These Trident staff are all as enlightened as Buddhas—about to ascend to immortality.”

“Got it—if you complain, you get invited to the meeting room for free gourmet food and drinks. 【Noted】”

“So it was about a minor character involved in the Harry Forrest copy? Didn’t they explain it clearly? Did this lady really need to be so nervous?”

“I feel like she’s hiding something. 【Whispering】”

“Another Harry Forrest case? Judging by the official and Trident’s attention, it’s probably a wrongful conviction. Five witnesses perjuring together is just too vicious.”

The Vault quickly scrolled through the comments, closed the app, and said, “Turn off the comments, lower the online attention, and don’t let Rachel Thornton see them.”

Julian Grant nodded.

After pursuing the truth about her father’s death for so many years, Rachel Thornton finally got answers, only to find the cause was related to her own mother. Before she could even process this, her beloved mother was in a car accident. If she went online and saw netizens hinting at her mother, with Rachel Thornton’s fragile mental state, she probably couldn’t handle it.

Seeing The Vault’s pale face and the hospital gown still damp on her, Julian Grant worried her weak immune system wouldn’t withstand a cold and asked, “Why don’t you go rest and change clothes first?”

The Vault said, “No need, I’ll stay here for now.”

Julian Grant frowned, touched her sleeve, and found her clothes were cold all over—she was in worse shape than Rachel Thornton: “Then I’ll bring you a change.”

The Vault: “Thank you.”

Julian Grant gave her a gentle push: “Wait here. Go inside, don’t stand in the draft.”

As soon as Julian Grant jogged out of the hospital, he got a call from Susan Scott. That excitable guy didn’t disappoint—he shouted as soon as he spoke: “Charles Linton!”

Julian Grant held the phone away a bit and asked, “What’s up with Charles Linton now?”

Susan Scott said with a headache, “Charles Linton came out to give an interview! Weren’t a bunch of reporters waiting outside the company for a statement? He just rushed in and started talking. Several media outlets are even live-streaming it.”

The veins on Julian Grant’s forehead throbbed: “Stop him!”

“We tried!” said Susan Scott, “He ran off with the media!”

Chapter 101: Calm

Charles Linton was not a simple character. He twisted facts, acted two-faced, and judging by his actions in medical disputes, he was someone who would stop at nothing for profit.

Previously, when Julian Grant and The Vault went to interview him, they almost fell for his tricks. Now, hearing that he was about to stir up trouble, Julian Grant felt a strong urge to punch someone.

He instructed Susan Scott seriously, “You guys keep an eye on the online trends and delete any rumors you can. If Charles Linton’s statements contain a lot of false information, report it directly to the cyber police.”

Susan Scott, thinking about more overtime, sighed and called out affectionately, “Alright then. Boss, I’ll be waiting for you—hurry back!”