My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 632 - 628: Retribution for Being Late 36

"Fu Yuran... I miss Fu Yuran."

"If Fu Yuran was killed by this vicious woman, then I must call the police. Uncle Demon Bell must arrest this venomous woman. Her methods are despicable, her character extremely poor—not to mention, if it was murder, execution is only appropriate."

"After all these years, I thought, as Yinchao said, that Fu Yuran’s death was an accident. I didn’t expect there to be so much more to the story. I must seek justice for Fu Yuran."

"Add me to the list, upstairs."

Fu Yuran’s fans had not disappeared despite her death; they had always been there, simply not wanting to disturb since the old days were gone. But now, the situation was different. Fu Yuran’s death clearly had other hidden factors. Diyang’s cinemas had not closed in time, and several recordings were heard by people, some of whom had even recorded them. Although not all were captured, a significant amount were.

At least three recordings were made.

The news spread like wildfire on the internet, spreading as quickly as a contagion.

#FuYuran,TheTrueDeathStory#

This topic quickly became number one, far surpassing the second by a wide margin.

How exactly did Fu Yuran die, what were the insides, and what do these recordings signify?

Many questions were asked by netizens, who also directly informed the relevant authorities. The cyber police quickly responded online, promising to verify the authenticity of the recordings...

and then provide the public with the truth.

Additionally, offline authorities also got involved in the investigation. What happened, why it occurred, and what the truth was would all be quickly disclosed due to the recordings leaked post "Miss Rose". For fairness and justice, "Miss Rose" was temporarily suspended and indefinitely postponed.

The movie taken down less than a day after its release, "Miss Rose" was certainly unprecedented.

In Huanya’s high-level meeting, the shareholder with the largest stake watched Zhao Shuqin, who sat at the head of the table with a face so grim it could drip water, and scoffed, "Almost without betting, I’ve won very handsomely. I hadn’t expected Director Zhao to have such tactics. How about you let me off, Director Zhao, and I’ll give you my shares?"

Of course, that was a joke. If Zhao Shuqin dared to respond with a single word, he would make her regret it utterly; he certainly wouldn’t be the one shamed.

The police and relevant authorities were already waiting in Huanya’s reception area. With the fast spread of information online, many Huanya employees, quite a few of whom were Fu Yuran’s fans, were now aware of the issue.

Of course, those fans of Fu Yuran who had some standing were in management, holding real power, capable of discerning right from wrong, and knew what they should and should not do.

Now, they all hoped for a concrete result—whether Fu Yuran’s death was related to Director Zhao. If it was, they felt it necessary to consider switching companies because a chairman who framed someone to death was unpredictable in terms of future steps and what they really cared about.

In the meeting room, due to the largest shareholder’s remarks, the other shareholders also grew grim. Before, they believed in Zhao Shuqin because she was ruthless.

But excessive ruthlessness was not a good sign—never bully the young when they’re poor.

Zhao Shuqin was not at all worried about offending people, which sufficiently indicated that she had offended many people in the past. Although they were more or less still naïve back then, who could predict the future power of those she had wronged? What if, by sheer coincidence, they all became powerful figures?

The shareholders felt uneasy holding their shares, seeing Zhao Shuqin’s livid face only fueled their anger further.

What nerve, to be so arrogant.

Zhao Shuqin scanned the room, looked at everyone’s expressions, and coldly said, "What now? When the company faces difficulties, instead of thinking how to help, you provoke infighting. Where do you get the nerve?"

The shareholder with the most shares, "Chairman, that’s not right. Why has the ’Miss Rose’ project been stopped? Don’t you know exactly why in your heart? Was it us, the shareholders, who edited the menu after the ending credits? I guess not.

Also, your voice is in those recordings. Did we tell you to say those things? I guess not!

Your ruthlessness and unscrupulousness, is that something we taught? I don’t believe I have the talent to spawn someone as cold-hearted as you." freēnovelkiss.com

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