American Scandal King

Chapter 99 The grudges of wealthy families

Acton Manor.

Dill Chandler drove back here and entered the luxurious mansion. He saw his wife and her two brothers, all glaring at him.

Dill Chandler didn't care. He just took off his coat calmly and put a miniature camera aside secretly.

Isidora Acton glared at her husband fiercely. "Dill, what have you done? They told me that only 98 copies of the newspaper were sold today. Why? Why has the Times' sales dropped so much in this period of time?"

Dill Chandler said calmly, "Competitive pressure from peers is intense, and it's normal for some to gain while others lose."

Boss Dandy Acton shouted, "You're lying! I heard you've rejected several valuable pieces of news. There aren't any breaking news stories in The Times today! That's the key to the decline in The Times's sales! You've betrayed us!"

The second oldest, Alec Acton, also glared at Dill: "You've failed us. You've colluded with Ian Carr!"

Dill Chandler shook his head slightly. "Don't you understand yet? You can't beat him. It's only May, and his sales have already exceeded one million copies. How long do you think you can last? Two months? Or three months?"

Dill Chandler roared, "From a newspaper with a daily circulation of 104 to an average daily circulation of , with a peak circulation of million, Ian Carr took only eight months! His achievements in eight months are the result of decades of hard work for us! How can you compare with him? And you still foolishly dream of assassinating him?"

The Acton brothers' expressions changed at the same time: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Dill Chandler sneered, "The gunman has been caught by Ian Carr. Through him, they can find the middleman and follow the clues all the way to you. The reason he didn't do it is because he wants to give you a chance."

He looked at everyone and said, "He will buy your 63% stake at a % discount. As for my share, it will still be % off."

"Fuck!" Isidora Acton cried. "You can't do this, Dill. I'm your wife. You can't do this to us. We gave you the chance."

Dill Chandler sneered, "When have you ever considered me your husband? Don't forget that I built the Los Angeles Times into what it is today. If it were you, you would have destroyed it long ago! I told you from the beginning not to gamble with Ian Carr, but you just wouldn't listen. When something goes wrong, you put all the blame on me? Isidora, I've had enough of you!"

He spread his hands and said, "Today is a good day. The Times has changed hands, and we are also getting divorced."

As he spoke, he stepped back. At the same time, two figures appeared at the gate.

Ian Carr,Philileso!
The latter held a camera towards them.

The Acton brothers were stunned. Why were they here?

Ian looked at Isidora with a grin, his left eye shining. He whispered, "For a man who betrayed you, you should let him feel your anger. You have the courage, right?"

Isidora suddenly screamed, "I'm going to kill you, Dill!"

As she said this, she picked up a fruit knife and stabbed Dill Chandler.

Dill Chandler didn't hide.

flutter!
The fruit knife pierced his abdomen, and the Acton brothers screamed in horror at the same time: "No!"

Just as Isidora was about to stab again, Ian kicked her away. Dill Chandler stepped back, holding his stomach, and looked at Ian with horror in his eyes.

He was right!

Isidora really took action!
This bastard, is he a devil?

He stared at Ian in horror and asked, "Am I going to die?"

Ian smiled slightly: "It's not a vital injury, it won't kill me. The ambulance is waiting outside."

Dill Chandler gasped, "Thank you!"

He ran out holding his stomach, while two nurses and a doctor hurried over with a stretcher, lifted Dill Chandler up and put him in the car.

No detour this time.

Ian took the camera with a smile and said, "Philip, you'll be the interviewer this time."

Filileso smiled, took out the microphone, and said to Isidora, "Mrs. Chandler...at least for now you are still Mrs. Chandler. May I ask if you hate your husband so much that you are willing to kill him yourself?"

Isidora was also shocked.

She looked at her bloody hands and screamed, "Oh my God, oh my God! What have I done? What have I done?"

Ian moved the camera to give her a close-up.

Although this part will probably not be used, Ian's good professional ethics still allows him to leave as perfect a picture as possible.

It would be fine if I turned back and admired it myself. The Acton brothers had already rushed over with roars.

Filileso pulled out a gun and pointed it at the two brothers: "Forget it, guys. Did you know that at Cal Media, gun-attack interviews are standard operating procedure?"

The two brothers stopped at the same time.

The servants nearby were so frightened that they screamed and backed away.

Leso laughed and said, "Actually, even if you don't have guns, you can't fight. Do you know why? I have AIDS, and if we fight, my blood might splash on you. Right now, you've only lost the Times, but at least you still have money. If you get my blood on you, you might lose everything."

"Perfect words," Ian exclaimed.

As expected, you learn from your followers. Leso's current interview style is exactly the same as mine.

It's become a habit to threaten.

Even AIDS has become a powerful weapon for Leso!

Leso turned his gaze back to the brothers and Isidora. "Well, let's get on with the interview, shall we? What are your thoughts on the failure of this bet? Are you willing to fulfill the bet immediately? Or will you find other ways to shirk your obligations? What led you to choose assassination, the most basic of methods?"

The three of them looked at Leso and Ian with pale faces.

Finally, the youngest son cried out, "This is what our father meant. He won't accept losing his life's work like this. This was his plan, it has nothing to do with us."

Leso tutted his words and shook his head. "It's true that dying people are always braver, but that doesn't mean you can absolve yourself of responsibility... You can't contact an old man lying in a hospital bed to assassinate him."

At this moment, a nurse hurried down the stairs and shouted, "The master is dying!"

The two brothers looked at each other, and Ian's heart moved: "Let's go and take a look together."

They went upstairs at the same time.

When I entered the bedroom, I saw an old man lying on the bed with water hanging by the bed.

Ian gave Leso a look, and Leso understood.

He strode over and handed over the microphone: "Mr. Georgie Acton? Are you okay? Do you still have the energy to accept my interview?"

The old man glared at Leso. Even though he was dying, the anger in his eyes was still so strong at that moment!

Leso smiled and said, "I understand your anger, but this is business. You have to be able to afford to lose. It was you who went too far first, and that's why you're in this situation now."

Ian said softly, "There's no need to reason with an old capitalist. They don't care about reason, they only care about winning or losing."

Leso nodded.

He looked at the old man and said, "You lost, sir. The Times will change hands. How do you feel now? Do you like this outcome? The Times will surely flourish in Ian Carr's hands, but of course it may also be emptied by him. Do you mind that?"

The salt sprinkled on the wound was really precise and ruthless!
The old man yelled angrily: "Get out!!!"

This roar exhausted all his strength, and then his eyes rolled back and he lay straight on the bed without moving.

Leso looked at him coldly.

he died.

I was so angry that I died of Leso!
Leso sneered.

He turned to the camera and said, "This is the Los Angeles Herald, with reporter Butterfly reporting live for you. Just now, Mr. Georgie Acton, founder of the Los Angeles Times, passed away due to health reasons. This is a great loss for all of us in the newspaper industry, and we mourn his passing. But his passing may not be unfortunate. After all, until he left this world, the Los Angeles Times still belonged to him."

"The Los Angeles Times carries the glorious history of the Acton family. Although it will eventually change hands, all media professionals will remember the Acton family's tremendous contributions to the media industry."

"Here, the Los Angeles Times pays its highest tribute to Mr. Georgie Acton. May he rest in peace, watching the Los Angeles Times become better and better."

After saying this, he looked at Ian and said, "What do I say?"

Ian smiled, "Excellent, Phil, you're an excellent reporter now."

Then he looked at the three Acton brothers. "There are two reports here. One is about you brothers hiring someone to assassinate Ian Carr, while Mrs. Chandler attempted to kill her husband. The other is about old Mr. Acton dying of old age, but before his death he expressed his support for the bet, and the Acton family is true to their word... I will cut out the part where he yells "Get lost" and only keep the moment he draws his last breath... Such a good shot can't be wasted!"

Then he smiled and said, "You can choose which one you want. For me personally, the answer is very simple."

(End of this chapter)