The Woman From Hell
Chapter 1320

The receptionist was afraid of these people and dared not answer their questions, lest they hit her for saying the wrong answer.

I looked at these people with a face full of helplessness.

If Amelia's remains had not been taken away, then these people might even put her body here and demand money while crying their hearts out.

The security guards stood at the elevator entrance, stopping them from barging their way upstairs and making it impossible for anyone to work.

I walked out from behind the security guards and asked the receptionist, "Are there any reporters?" Usually, reporters would swarm in to report about incidents like this. Why had I not seen a single reporter yet?

The receptionist was stunned and felt that something was amiss too, but she quickly understood why. "I think they're not particularly interested in such matters. They should be here at noon or at night as they're peak hours. They're the only times Mr. Grant will pass by the lobby."

I understood. They only needed to take a photo of this incident and could write whatever they wanted when they got back. Theo was their target, and only by landing an interview with him would they be able to write more sensational news.

After taking a glance at Amelia's parents, I pulled out all the cash I had in my bag and handed it to the receptionist, saying, "Go and buy some fruits and food. Try and get a bunch and distribute them. Also, buy some toys for the child. If you can talk to them, then that would be even better. If you have a chance, try and worm it out of them and see why they're in a hurry to make a scene. Check if there someone ordered them to do so. Most importantly, get a few reliable reporters to take photos of this."

The receptionist nodded. "I'll make arrangements now."

The receptionist did things efficiently, and in no time at all, she had distributed fruits and food to the troublemakers. Apart from the bodyguards standing guard at the elevator entrance, other security guards who distributed the food had very naturally sat with the crowd and started talking to them.

At noon, the reporters started turning up one by one.

After the previous lesson, the reporters who arrived this time were much well-behaved.

Soon, someone got the information that I wanted. The receptionist trotted up to me and said with great excitement, "Mrs.

Grant, those aren't Amelia's relatives at all.

They're just some random men and women. It was said that they were paid 100 dollars each to come over and cry. Many even brought their own kids and relatives."

I was a little speechless. I thought these were Amelia's relatives at first, but now, it seemed like I was too naive.

What was the reason for the instigation?

I could not figure out why, so I instructed her, "Find a way to get a voice recording and pay everyone 200 dollars to make them leave. Tell them to say that Amelia's

case is a suicide. It's up to them if they want to say anything else, just as long as it doesn't harm Grant Corporation's interest."

The receptionist went to do as she was told. I sat down in my chair to think about things.

The people who were hired left one after another. The receptionist came over and handed me a tape recorder. "Mrs. Grant, all that's left now is just Amelia and her family. You're a genius for solving this matter so swiftly. The remaining ones aren't capable of creating any havoc, so the reporters who were waiting to write sensational news have come in vain."

I smiled slightly and looked at the child standing in the lobby.

A child so young had been here all night. His complexion was dull. He looked like he would faint at any moment.

Now that Amelia was dead, this child would suffer the most.

After retracting my gaze from his face, I looked at the receptionist and said, "Thank you so much for your help today. Add my number and send me all the videos you recorded."

The lady widened her eyes and nodded with great excitement.

After adding each other on WhatsApp, I asked her, "What's your name?"