Rumors were swirling that the Macclain family had sought refuge with the Crawleys, only to be duped by their so-called benefactors! Truth and lies were indistinguishable, but one thing was crystal clear, the Macclains were toast! Debt collectors swarmed like locusts, besieging the grand Macclain Mansion, cutting off all escape. Oddly, the third branch of the Macclain family’s business hummed along without a hitch, untouched by the chaos, standing as the last bastion in a fallen dynasty. The gossip-hungry netizens sniffed out the anomaly in no time.
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Just yesterday, KING had returned to the country, vindicating herself and pointing the finger at a conspiracy between the Crawley and Macclain families. Overnight, both houses had crumbled. It was unearthed that during KING'’s darkest hour, only the third branch of the Macclain family had stood by Estelle, offering a few words of fairness. Now, they were the only ones spared from the downfall! The chill in the air seemed to intensify, sending shivers down everyone's spine. With the pieces falling into place, the truth lay bare, cross the Lamont family, and there was only one outcome! Where once there were bold voices on the internet, now silence reigned, caution the new trend. But the Crawleys and Macclains weren’t the only ones to suffer. The president and vice- president of the design association that had expelled KING were swiftly sacked. Those who had audaciously led the charge against him found themselves jobless and blacklisted. The bloggers, influencers, and PR firms that had once flattered the two families vanished from the web overnight. The Lamonts’ retaliation was swift and ruthless, casting a frigid pall over ] City. Those who had slandered KING huddled at home, shivering with fear in this cold winter. Never had there been such a swift and complete reversal for someone targeted by cyberbullying!
Macclains were indeed finished. Terrence had egged his eldest son, Corley, into liquidating company assets for a venture in B City. When the move was confirmed, they doubled down, transferring J City assets to B City without hesitation. Now, with the Crawleys in trouble, the investments and capital poured into B City were frozen, washed away like sand castles at high tide, leaving behind a mountain of debt. Houses and cars were moments away from bank seizure. Bennett had been cautious, resisting the rush to liquidate, but Victor had left him high and dry. Simone had been stricken with a heart attack, aggravated by stress. She had been in surgery since midnight, and there was still no word by morning. The hospital demanded payment, and when Bennett called home, the butler informed him that Carmella had drained the accounts days ago, under the pretext of leaving J City. All that remained was a paltry sum, barely enough for groceries. Bennett was stunned. Had Carmella planned her exit even before the Macclains’ downfall? Without tto ponder, he tried calling Carmella. No answer. He resorted to texting, [Carmella, your mother’s seriously ill, in surgery at the hospital. We need a lot of money, urgently. Please, return the funds so we can get your mom the care she needs.] Silence. No matter how Bennett messaged, whether he pleaded or raged, Carmella never replied.
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