After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 63: Could There Be a Conspiracy?

Claire Mercer said, "I’m going to focus on my career and making money."

"After all, I’m completely broke now."

"If I don’t start making money, I’m afraid I won’t make it through the summer."

Adrian Sutton asked, "So what industry are you thinking of?"

"Fashion design, of course. It’s my major."

"And starting my own fashion label is my dream."

"You’ll achieve it." ’I’ll help her make it happen, step by step.’

’And that’s not even mentioning how incredibly talented my Claire is.’

’Even his aunt, who was notoriously hard to please, couldn’t stop praising her designs.’

’Even if she had zero talent, he would still lift her to the very top.’

"Thanks for the encouragement, but I know it’s a long road ahead."

Adrian Sutton said, "Take your time. An opportunity might come sooner than you think."

’I’ll call an emergency meeting as soon as I get back.’

’I’ll personally build a stage for my girl, one that’s all her own.’

’I want her to dazzle and shine on the stage I build for her!’

’I believe she’ll be the brightest star of all.’

"What about you?" Claire Mercer asked. "Are you still going to livestream?"

Adrian Sutton blurted out, "Is livestreaming a fast way to make money?"

"Huh?" Claire Mercer was taken aback.

"I want to earn more money," Adrian Sutton said.

’After all, in her eyes, I’m just a pitiful Rhonian Drifter.’

’Pretending to be poor means she’ll have to endure hardship with me.’

’I can’t bear that.’

’She deserves to be cherished and protected.’

’So, livestreaming is just a means to an end—a way to make money.’

’If livestreaming can bring in more money, I can justifiably provide her with a comfortable life, free from worry.’

Claire Mercer gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I’m also desperate to make money right now."

"At least you still have a place to live."

"But I’m completely broke. I don’t even have a place to stay."

’Now I finally understand Adrian Sutton’s desperation for money.’

’In the past, I probably wouldn’t have been so desperate to make money.’

’But things are different now. I have to rely on myself to survive.’

’Although I still have some savings in my own account...’

’...I can’t find a suitable apartment on such short notice.’

"Actually, my place..."

Before Adrian Sutton could finish, Claire Mercer spoke up, her voice tinged with regret.

"Ugh, if I’d known, I never would have given that bank card to the Sinclair family."

"Why did I get so hot-headed? Why did I have to be difficult about the money...?"

"How much is pride worth, anyway? Surviving is what’s most important."

"Ugh, but still, anything from the Sinclair family is just... tainted."

"Oh, right. Before I start making money, I need to show everyone the Sinclair family’s true colors."

’I’m not a pushover they can just bully and manipulate as they please.’

’The Sinclair family degraded and bullied me like that. I have to do something in return.’

Adrian Sutton asked, "What are you planning to do?"

"The recording of Mrs. Sinclair hiring that driver to try and harm me..."

"...combined with what they said today, do you think that’s enough to make them pay?"

"This is the age of the internet. There’s no shortage of netizens who love to watch drama unfold."

"If I release all these recordings, the Sinclair family’s reputation will definitely take a massive hit."

"It’ll work. Go ahead and do it, don’t worry," Adrian Sutton encouraged her.

"A company’s public image is extremely important these days."

"If everyone sees the Sinclair family’s true colors, their stock price will probably drop."

"And once the stock drops, the shareholders will get restless."

"When a company is facing both an internal crisis and a public relations crisis, its business partners will start reconsidering their collaborations with the Sinclair Family."

"This creates a vicious cycle that will cause the Sinclair family’s assets to shrink significantly."

"Eventually, the Sinclair Family will be consumed by internal conflict."

Listening to Adrian Sutton, Claire Mercer could hardly wait to see the Sinclair family go bankrupt.

’That’s right. I desperately want the Sinclair family to go bankrupt.’

’Although I know it’s nearly impossible to bankrupt such a powerful corporation...’

’...the Sinclairs are only so arrogant because they can hide behind their title as the wealthiest family in Rhonia.’

’If the Sinclair Family were to go bankrupt, falling from grace into the mud, how could they possibly act so high and mighty anymore?’

’But even if the Sinclair Family doesn’t go bankrupt from this, just causing them a major headache for a while would make me feel a lot better.’

"I’ll post it online as soon as I get back."

’I wonder if the Sinclair family’s corporation has any tax issues?’

’Are their sources of wealth even legal?’

’Are they involved in any gray-area industries?’

’It would be great if I could dig up some dirt on them in that regard.’

’Unfortunately, I don’t have the resources or ability to do that.’

’I have no experience with any of that, so I’ll just have to use the recordings I have to teach them a little lesson.’

"Send me the link when you post it. I’ll help you share it," Adrian Sutton said.

’When the time comes, I’ll definitely make it trend.’

’Let more people see the true faces of that nest of vipers in the Sinclair family.’

’Because it really is time for the Sinclair family to fall.’

’They’ve been arrogant for so long they’ve forgotten how to be decent human beings.’

"Okay. Thank you, Adrian Sutton," Claire Mercer said with a smile.

Although his sharing it probably wouldn’t have much effect...

...she was still very grateful for the gesture.

The two continued walking and talking.

With Adrian Sutton by her side, offering guidance and encouragement, the gloom that had clouded Claire Mercer’s heart began to dissipate.

She wasn’t the type to wallow in her feelings.

Her emotions came and went quickly.

"Are you hungry? There’s a restaurant up ahead. Want to grab some dinner first?"

"We’ll need our strength to write that exposé."

"Good point."

Claire Mercer nodded, but then her brow furrowed.

"But this place looks pretty expensive. Let’s find somewhere else."

"Both of our financial situations are pretty precarious right now. We should just get something simple to fill our stomachs."

"Okay. Whatever you say."

And so, the two of them ended up at a Sichuan restaurant.

Adrian Sutton ordered three dishes and a soup—all of them were Claire Mercer’s favorites.

"How did you know I like these dishes?"

’Of course I knew.’

’I’ve known all her preferences inside and out for a long time now.’

’But I couldn’t say that out loud, of course.’

"I like them too."

’As long as Claire likes it, I like it too.’

Claire Mercer’s brow twitched.

"But I thought you couldn’t handle spicy food? Last time it was so bad you ended up in the hospital."

"Oh... my stomach was just a little upset those days."

’Even if I can’t handle super spicy food, it doesn’t matter. I’ll practice for Claire’s sake.’

"Really?" Claire Mercer was skeptical.

’But he wouldn’t have any reason to lie to me, would he?’

"Come on, eat up. This place might not look like much from the outside, but the food is actually pretty good."

"Best of all, it’s not too expensive. Great value."

Watching her eat with such relish, Adrian Sutton’s expression softened, and a smile spread across his face.

"If you like it, have some more."

After dinner, Claire Mercer was about to ask to borrow Adrian Sutton’s computer.

Just then, her phone rang.

It was a call from Julian Mercer.

In all these years, her father had rarely ever called her.

Today’s call was practically unheard of.

She had a feeling that a call from the Mercer Family at a time like this couldn’t be good news.