Chapter 256 Your Brain Doesn't Work Well

Chapter 256 Your Brain Doesn't Work Well

Cecilia's fingertips felt cold as she stared into Alaric's eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Olivia?"

"We sent her abroad and have been secretly protecting her," Alaric nodded, his expression serious. "Last month, she reached out to us, saying she wanted to act on her own and felt safe."

"So we pulled our people back," he paused, "We didn't expect things to turn out like this."

Cecilia's face grew paler. She was silent for a few seconds before suddenly letting out a cold laugh, "Those people, besides making a fuss over a woman's purity, what else can they do? Their methods of attacking women haven't changed in a hundred years. It's disgusting."

Olivia had once helped clear Julian's suspicions about her, and now, because she looked somewhat similar to Cecilia, she was subjected to this terrible ordeal.

"Don't worry," Alaric held her hand, his palm warm, "We'll find Olivia soon. The news has been suppressed, and we won't let the original video continue to circulate."

"I've had the new videos released by media accounts processed with AI face-swapping technology. Both you and Olivia will be fine."

Hearing this, Cecilia nodded. She gently withdrew her hand, her eyes looking somewhat dim, "I need to go to YORA Group."

Alaric glanced at his empty palm and said softly, "Alright, I'll go with you."

Twenty minutes later, at the YORA Group building, in the top-floor conference room.

As Cecilia pushed open the glass door, everyone inside looked up simultaneously, their expressions varied—some were shocked, some curious, and some even held a hint of disdain.

Ignoring them, she walked straight to her seat and sat down slowly. Alaric followed behind her, his gaze coldly sweeping over the crowd, silently exerting pressure.

"Everyone," Cecilia tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her voice cool, "I have three things to say."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly quieted the entire conference room.

"First, in ten minutes, YORA Group's official account will release a statement. The woman in the video is not Cecilia; it was maliciously AI face-swapped. The group has complete evidence and will file criminal charges against the rumor-mongers.

Second, effective immediately, YORA Group will suspend all cooperation with The Wells Entertainment Company until they respond positively to this incident.

Third, the group's legal department has formed a special team to pursue legal action against media and individuals spreading false information. There will be no settlements."

As soon as she finished speaking, the conference room erupted.

"Ms. Medici, isn't this too aggressive?" The PR director couldn't help but stand up, "Public opinion is against us right now. If we act rashly..."

Cecilia shot him a cold glance, raising an eyebrow, "So your suggestion is for me to swallow my pride?"

The man was instantly speechless.

He had always been dissatisfied with Cecilia, who had inexplicably become the chairman of YORA Group at such a young age. This incident only reinforced his belief that Cecilia had used her body to climb the ranks. A bankrupt heiress, how could she have the ability and qualifications to negotiate with Avery?

He had worked diligently at the company for so long, made so many contributions, sacrificed his health and time to reach his current position, while Cecilia only needed to spread her legs to become chairman. It was too unfair!

"The statement draft is ready and can be released at any time." Cecilia didn't waste any more words. She suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Does anyone else have any objections? Or do you want Mr. Parker to handle this personally?"

"No, ma'am." Everyone shook their heads.

Seeing this, Cecilia cast a final cold glance at the director and said, "Meeting adjourned."

As they left the conference room, Alaric said lightly, "Should we fire that guy?"

"Not yet," Cecilia's lips curved into a faint smile, "He's still useful to the company."

Alaric chuckled, "When did you get so shrewd?"

"Well, you're like this all the time. I just picked it up from you," Cecilia glanced at him, teasingly.

Alaric smiled, gently pinching her cheek, his eyes filled with affection, "You."

Five minutes later, YORA Group's official statement exploded online.

[YORA Group Official Statement: Regarding today's circulating false video of our chairman, after technical verification, it was maliciously fabricated using AI. We have reported it to the authorities and will pursue the matter to the end, with no leniency.]

The accompanying images included the police case acceptance receipt, AI verification report, and comparison photos of Cecilia and the video footage.

The comment section quickly reversed.

[Thank goodness, it's AI face-swapping. We're saved!]

[Support Cecilia's rights! The internet is not a lawless place!]

[How can that video be fake? I compared it with software, it's definitely real!]

Ten minutes later, a well-known gossip blogger dropped a bombshell—[Tamsin's mysterious origins! Is gambler Luna her biological mother or adoptive mother?]

This trending topic shot to the top of the charts, causing a sensation online.

Meanwhile, at the Taylor Group headquarters in Silvermoon City.

Christopher lounged on a leopard-print sofa, his fingers sliding over the tablet's news feed, suddenly laughing, "Interesting."

Henry stood nearby, expressionless, "Sir, should the transaction in Skyview City proceed as usual?"

Christopher didn't answer, instead turning the tablet towards him, "Henry, do you think this video is real or fake?"

Henry glanced at it, his tone indifferent, "The truth doesn't matter. What matters is the effect and public opinion."

"The more people believe it's real, the more it can become real, and vice versa."

Christopher chuckled, shaking his head, "You're always so dull."

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the Silvermoon City skyline, "But Cecilia, she's quite intriguing."

He turned, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, "Since the transaction is set at a bar in Skyview City, why not..."

He picked up a gold-embossed invitation from the table and flicked it lightly, "Invite Ms. Medici to join us?"

Henry frowned, "Too risky. Cecilia has others around her."

"You're talking to me about risk?" Christopher's dark red eyes glinted coldly, a sudden irritation rising within him, "You can leave now."

Henry nodded, showing no extra reaction, and left.

As the door closed, he clearly heard the sound of glass shattering inside the room.

This was the eighteenth glass Christopher had broken this month.

Evening, at the Wells Manor.

"This is infuriating!" Tamsin's face was flushed red as she threw her phone to the ground, glaring at Henry, "You said there wouldn't be any mishaps! That video was real, how could it be identified as AI? And so quickly, it's impossible!"

Henry merely sneered, his tone mocking, "You leaked the dirt yourself. I just handed it to you. If you can't handle the consequences, why do it?"

"Your brain really isn't working well, is it?"