Chapter 109 How About I Make Up a Funeral for You
After recovering from his illness, Yosef didn't go home. Instead, he used the remaining money to travel around the world.
Meanwhile, Everett, who hadn't gotten the money and couldn't find Yosef, started testing the waters. When he learned that all the money in Yosef's account was gone, he lost it on the spot.
Finally, by pestering people around Yosef, he found out that Yosef had transferred the money to Sophia.
When Sophia told Everett the truth, there was no joy in Everett's eyes about Yosef being alive—only anger.
"He really spent all the money on medical treatment?"
Money spent on a mistress could be recovered, but if it was used for legitimate purposes, those three million dollars were truly gone for good.
Everett had lost over two million dollars gambling and was counting on this money to save himself.
And now they were telling him the money was used for medical treatment!
"What kind of illness costs over three million dollars all at once! Does your lab even have a medical license? I'm going to report you!"
Sophia glanced at him. "Go ahead."
Suddenly, there was crazy pounding on the door on Everett's end. He reflexively hid under the table.
"Miss, please let my dad contact me. If those debt collectors don't get their money, they're going to kill me!"
"I'm my dad's only son; he's counting on me to carry on the family line. I can't die, I haven't even gotten married or had a son yet."
"If he won't save me, our family bloodline will end with him. How will he have the courage to face my mom, who died young!"
This time, without even needing a hint from Sophia, the technician took the initiative to cut the connection.
Such an ungrateful son—dying once wouldn't even be enough.
The netizens in the livestream didn't dare speak anymore. Earlier, they had stood up for those three people, but each time the truth proved them wrong.
Just as she was about to close the livestream, a connection request appeared that made the livestream explode.
The technician was also startled and accidentally accepted it.
"Hello everyone, I'm Marshall Banks. I can prove that Ms. Johnson's lab is amazing! I was in a car accident before and almost died. It was Ms. Johnson's lab that pulled me back from death!"
"Of course, they have a medical license—the world's only borderless license! You know ZN Laboratory, right? It brings together the world's most elite doctors, a lab you might not get an appointment at even with money! It's hers! Hers! Hers!"
"Last year, when that infectious disease broke out across Aetheria, it was her lab that developed the vaccine and saved millions of people."
"Someone like this would be a mistress? You should be asking me to be her kept man instead!"
Marshall Banks—an international superstar singer.
The first idol in the country to break 100 million followers on social media, yet now he was fawning over Sophia like a fanboy.
Another profile picture started flashing at the bottom of the screen.
The technician couldn't resist and accepted the connection.
A nationally renowned veteran artist appeared on camera, seemingly not very familiar with livestreaming, asking someone beside him hesitantly, "Is it connected?"
The person next to him, probably a family member, told him it was connected, and he showed a warm, refined smile.
"Hello everyone, I'm actor Rufus Chapman. I can testify that Ms. Johnson is truly a person of good character and noble conduct. Last year, my vocal cords were completely damaged. I saw many hospitals at home and abroad with no solution. It was ZN Laboratory that gave me the chance to speak again."
Marshall seemed to have opened the floodgates for grateful testimonials in the livestream.
People who had received help from the lab came online one after another, all big shots who were usually impossible to reach.
After explaining, everyone quickly went offline.
Sophia hadn't expected so many people to speak up for her. A warm feeling flowed through her heart.
[Oh my god, I actually saw my boss in a livestream!]
[Never thought I'd appear in the same livestream as my idol!]
[With such an amazing lab, this isn't just a beautiful woman—this is clearly a rich lady!]
Lily slumped in her chair, staring blankly at the livestream where public opinion had completely turned around.
Her goal of destroying Sophia's reputation had failed.
No, wait—she still had her good friend Alice!
Thinking of what Alice had told her, Lily's eyes shot out fervent hatred as she looked at Sophia.
She would definitely make this homewrecker who stole her man pay the price!
Sophia looked at the now-quiet livestream, her expression cold as she said words that made certain internet trolls afraid.
"The internet isn't outside the law. Everyone needs to take responsibility for their words."
"I've already had my lawyer collect evidence. Everyone who jumped on the bandwagon and slandered me without proof—not one will escape."
"Friendly reminder: deleting your account now won't help."
She was smiling gently, but every netizen who had participated in cursing her felt guilty.
The three girls with dyed hair watching the livestream at home felt chills down their spines!
Gradually, some people who had left nasty comments about Sophia started testing the waters with messages.
[Miss, there's no need to pursue this, right? Many are just students, young and immature. You haven't really lost anything—what's the big deal about being criticized?]
[Women should be more broad-minded, or it'll be hard to get married.]
Sophia could tell.
These comments were most likely from people who had cursed her.
Her gaze turned sharp as she looked at the camera and said pointedly, "I stab you, then throw you a funeral—how about that?"
From across the ocean to Empire City airport.
A man who had just landed on a private jet, wearing a silver-gray custom suit with a powerful presence, radiated an overwhelming aura of authority.
Behind him was a massive team of staff and bodyguards.
He looked down at his phone at Sophia's cool, proud expression, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
"To the Johnson Villa."