Lena Lynch looked at Mia Redgrave and Jonathan Redgrave, her face pale, and couldn't help but whisper, "Jonathan, Mona, could it be that we've angered Seraphina Redgrave's ghost? Why else would so many reporters suddenly show up? Only the three of us knew about hiring the master, how could anyone else have leaked it? If it doesn't work, shall we perform a ritual for Seraphina so she doesn't make things difficult for our family?"
"That bitch Seraphina Redgrave should be crushed under my feet and never reincarnate. Perform a ritual for her? No way!"
Mia Redgrave was getting increasingly frustrated by the online comments, and seeing Lena Lynch being so cowardly, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at her.
"Alright, what good is it for you two to argue about this? The priority now is to suppress the public opinion."
Jonathan Redgrave sat on the sofa, turning an antique walnut in his hand, his expression displeased.
