Chapter 501: Chapter 501

The company that could have developed has now plummeted from heaven to hell because of this incident.

The old master is busy handling the Dawson family’s legal team, but on the other side, Damian Dawson is also causing trouble for him.

News of Damian Dawson fooling around with someone outside suddenly broke out, and there’s even video evidence. Bloggers online are exposing that he’s the next heir of the Dawson Family.

"The dignified heir is such a mess in private, filthy, disgusting."

"I heard it was with his brother, these rich second-generation kids only treat women as playthings."

"Looking at him , you can see what the Dawson Family is like, they even plagiarized, huh."

Online comments about the Dawson Family immediately turned overwhelmingly negative, with everyone criticizing them.

Old Master Dawson wished he could drag Damian over for a beating. He hurriedly arranged for the videos to be taken down, but clearly, Damian didn’t care at all.

"Dad, those are just people online with nothing better to do gossiping. It won’t affect me. You’re making a mountain out of a molehill."

The old master was furious, his face turning red, as he turned on the computer and put it in front of him.

"Didn’t I have a teacher show you management methods? Here’s the latest stock news of the Dawson Family. Because of plagiarism and your incidents, the stock has plummeted. Yet you still don’t know how to repent! With your attitude, how can I trust the Dawson Family in your hands!!"

The old master was really disappointed!

Damian glanced at those strange lines, completely unable to understand them.

Although the old master had hired tutors for him to learn these skills, he never listened seriously. Anyway, he is the heir to the Dawson Family, the only son of the old master, and no one can replace him. Why should he force himself to learn? The Dawson family’s estate is enough for him for several lifetimes.

"Oh, is it that serious?"

He casually said, sitting down on the side. Get full chapters from novel·fire·net

The old master was too angry to say anything more and could only take a deep breath.

"You better behave yourself recently. I’ll have people handle the online news. Until this blows over, don’t cause any more trouble!"

Damian pouted, considering it a promise.

The old master originally thought this matter could be easily suppressed, but no matter how much money he spent, the other side wouldn’t budge, saying someone had given a strict order not to suppress the news.

Old Master Dawson immediately knew it was Hugo Quinn’s order. After all, the Quinton Family is the leader in Serenford.

He angrily called Hugo Quinn. He thought Eleanor Hollis knew nothing about what he had done, as he was still Eleanor’s grandfather in name.

But when Ashley Dawson fell off the cliff, she’d already told Eleanor everything. Eleanor had truly seen the old master’s true nature.

In the old master’s view, the conflict between the Dawson and Quinton Families was business competition. For the sake of Eleanor, Hugo wouldn’t be too ruthless.

However, this time, he was gravely mistaken.

"Old Master Dawson, you’ve taken good care of Eleanor, so this is my way of returning the favor."

Hugo Quinn held Eleanor in his arms, his face a bit tired but in a good mood.

Old Master Dawson was choked by his words, speaking a bit sheepishly.

"What do you mean by that? Eleanor is my granddaughter. For her sake, you shouldn’t go too far this time."

Hugo had turned on the speaker, so Eleanor also heard these words.

Eleanor found the old man incomprehensible and cleared her throat.

"Grandfather, you orchestrated the last incident, didn’t you? It was foolish of me to believe someone like you could have familial affection. I thought saving you would make me different in your heart, but I didn’t expect that once you had a son, you’d completely cut me and Dylan Dawson off. If you’d been a bit more lenient with me last time, so many things wouldn’t have happened to the Dawson Family."

What also troubled Eleanor was that if the Dawson Family hadn’t called her grandmother to Serenford at the time, her grandmother would have continued living a peaceful life in the countryside. How could Sienna Jenkins have found the chance to anger her to death?

If others lack kindness, don’t blame her for being unkind.

Old Master Dawson’s face darkened; it turned out she knew about the last incident.

He hung up the phone, squinting his eyes. It seems Ashley had told Eleanor everything, that wretched woman, good for nothing but ruining things.

The online issue continued to ferment, and the Dawson Family’s reputation plummeted. Previous customers who had placed orders demanded refunds, and with Grandeur’s lawsuit, the Dawson Family faced huge compensation for corporate espionage.

Old Master Dawson wanted to mitigate some losses, but Grandeur came on fiercely this time, sealing off all possible retreats for the Dawson Family.

Those suspected of stealing design drafts were sentenced to imprisonment, and the Dawson Family was fined a billion dollars.

For the Dawson Family, this wasn’t fatal, yet after this, their ambition to enter the jewelry industry was impossible.

Grandeur gained a massive wave of attention and immediately released the next season’s new products, which sold out as soon as they hit the market. Their financial department couldn’t stop grinning.

"A billion dollars doesn’t mean much to the old master, does it?"

Eleanor saw the court’s ruling, smirking, considering that she nearly lost her life, she was a bit displeased.

"This is just the beginning, don’t worry, I won’t let them off easily. I’ve looked into Old Master Dawson’s son, just a useless fool. The real show is yet to come, darling, you just need to wait and see."

Hugo spoke with full confidence, and Eleanor instantly hugged his neck, kissing his cheek.

Hugo was quite pleased, his brows relaxing.

"Daddy, Mommy, does this look nice?"

Marcus came out in a new outfit, twirling in front of them.

Eleanor had just bought it for him. During the days she disappeared, Hugo didn’t tell the child she was missing, only that she went abroad for a few days.

Having gone abroad, naturally, one must bring back gifts for the child.

"Our little Marcus looks good in everything."

Eleanor ruffled his hair, noticing his cheeks were a bit red. She reached out to feel his forehead, frowning with concern.

"Marcus, you have a fever. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

This child, having a fever without making a sound.

Marcus’s mind was a blur, hearing her words, he suddenly felt his whole body heating up.

"I’m fine, Mommy, I’ll be okay after a nap."

His forehead was sweating, trying to squeeze out a smile to reassure the two in front, but in the next second, he fainted.

Eleanor was startled. Both had focused so little on the child lately that they didn’t even know he was ill. Seeing him faint now, they both felt a bit guilty.