###Chapter 635 Who Has Never Been Spared By Disaster - Part 5

I frowned and could not help but say, "Did you check Jordan Astley's investigation of Lina Nevermore's family and feelings yesterday? What does that child have to do with her?"

He nodded and said, "The child is her daughter. She is four years old. Lina is a single mother. She got pregnant when she was in college. The identity of the father of the child is not very clear at present. The parents are both ordinary local workers, and the family conditions are not very difficult. But he has a brother who is addicted to gambling. Over the years, he has basically gambled away the old couple's pension and house. Now the family of four has rented a house of 50 square meters, and they are living a rather hard life."

This can figure out why as soon as Lina died, the two old people were in a hurry to verify it. After all, the family lived happily with the help of Lina's salary, but now she suddenly jumped off a building, and the two old people were left with a child. I'm afraid there's no way to survive for them.

After thinking about it, I looked at Felix. "If you didn't sleep last night, you'd better go back to the office and have a rest. I'll take care of the hall."

He was stunned for a moment and said, "It's all right."

I looked at him and said earnestly, "Felix, although I haven't been in Astley Group over the years, it doesn't mean I know anything about it. Moreover, what's in the hall is a civil dispute, not a company term. I can handle it and go back to rest, huh?"

He hesitated for a moment, still wanted to say something, when his cell phone rang, he answered the phone sheepishly, the other end should be his wife's voice saying, "Husband, the baby has a fever, please come back."

Hearing this, he changed his face and looked at me and said, "Ma'am, I'll leave it to you. I have something to do at home. I'll go back and have a look. I'll be right back."

I nodded and told him to pay attention to rest.

After Felix left, I went straight down the hall. It was already working time. More than a dozen people were standing in the hall, men, women, and children. I didn't know where they got all the banners.

It looked quite like the same thing. Several receptionists at the front desk in the hall were made trembling by them one by one, for fear that they might be beaten if they accidentally said something wrong.

Looking at this group of people, I couldn't help thinking that fortunately, Lina's body was taken away and refrigerated by the funeral parlors. It was estimated that these people would have carried the coffin here and asked for money while crying and mourning.

The security guard stood at the entrance of the elevator to prevent them from breaking into the office area, making it impossible for others to go to work.

I got off the elevator and looked at the tired people. I went to the front desk and looked at the receptionist and said, "No reporter is here today?"

In theory, there should be more reporters today than yesterday, why no one has come to see it today.

The front desk staff looked at me in a daze, reacted with hindsight, looked at me and said, "It's still morning, and they usually come at noon or night, when the flow of people is at its peak, and it's only then that Mr. Astley will pass through the hall."

As soon as I was stupefied, the main purpose of having these reporters was for Jordan Astley. As for the families of the deceased, after they had taken pictures, how they went back to write, they saw who was the best at making up stories.

Looking at a group of men, women, and children in the hall, I took thousands of dollar out of my bag and said to the front desk, "You find someone to buy some fruits and cakes, try to buy some good ones, and then arrange for someone to give them, and by the way, buy some toys for the children and distribute them to the children here. If you can chat with them, it would be even better. If you have a chance, you can set up a set of words to see why they are in such a hurry to make trouble. Ask if anyone is behind it, and remember to call some reliable reporters to take a picture."

The front desk was stupefied for a moment, then took the money and nodded again and again. The staff was very efficient and soon distributed fruits and cakes to the troublemakers in the hall. Except for a few security guards at the elevator door, other security guards who distributed food, it was natural for them to sit in the crowd and chat with them.

At this time, it was lunchtime, and some reporters began to appear one after another because, with the lesson of the last time, the reporters who came this time were still restrained.

After a while, the staff at the front desk ran up to me excitedly and said, "Ma'am, those people and their relatives who are not Lina Nevermore's family have been paid to come here to cry for a day. Per day, they are paid a hundred cents. These people are all square dancers. As soon as they hear that they are coming for one hundred a day, some bring their grandchildren to add up the numbers."

I was stupefied for a moment. I thought these people would have something to do with Lina's family, but now it seemed that the people behind this simply want the Astley group to be in trouble.

After a moment of silence, I said, "Find a way to make a recording, and then spend twice as much money to let them go, and tell to the people outside that Lina's case is suicide. As for the rest, they can add whatever they want, as long as it doesn't harm Astley Group's interests. Just let them talk."

The little girl at the front desk nodded and left, and I couldn't help but wonder, who would have gone to so much trouble to discredit Astley Group? What did the other party want?

The people in the hall walked away from one after another, and the staff at the front desk gave me the recorded video and said, "Ma'am, those people have already left, and now only Lina's parents are left. You are so clever that you made those people in the hall quiet all of a sudden. Today, those malicious reporters came in vain and publicized our company."

I smiled and my eyes looked at the four-year-old child who was smiling like Lina in the hall. The child looked a little haggard. I didn't know if it was my delusion. I always felt that the child was not like a normal child.

Looking back, I looked at the staff at the front desk and said, "Thank you for today. Please add me at Viber, and then send me the video. By the way, what's your name?"

The staff looked a little simple, blushed, and swept my Viber, a little excited, "Ma'am, my name is Monday Kimberly, you can call me Kim. It is my honor to work for the wife of my boss."

I smiled and added her Viber, and soon she sent a video.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong!" For a moment, there was a sudden uproar in the quiet hall.

I looked up and saw Lina's parents screaming heartbreakingly. I looked at Kimberly and said, "Go and have a look!"

She trotted and pulled away from the people around Lina's parents, who were surrounded by the crowd, and I followed.

When I saw the child who was playing on the sofa in the hall, she was suddenly in a coma with a pale face and bleeding from her nose. It didn't look like it was caused by trauma.