American Gossip King

Chapter 99 Feuds Among the Wealthy

Acton Estate

Deer Chandler drove back here and entered the luxurious mansion, where he saw his wife and her two brothers glaring at him.

Deer Chandler didn't pay any attention, calmly took off his coat, and discreetly placed a miniature camera aside.

Isidora Acton glared at her husband. "Dill, what have you done? They told me today's paper only sold 98 copies. Why? Why has the newspaper's sales dropped so much lately?"

Deer Chandler said calmly, "The competition among peers is fierce, and it's normal for one side to gain at the expense of the other."

Dandy Acton, the boss, yelled, "You're lying! My information is that you rejected several valuable news stories. The Times has no breaking news today! That's the key reason for the Times' declining sales! You betrayed us!"

Alec Acton, the second son, glared at Dill: "You've betrayed us! You've colluded with Ian Carl!"

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

Deer Chandler roared, "From a newspaper with a daily circulation of 4,000 to an average daily circulation of 700,000, and a peak circulation of 104 million, Ian Carr only took eight months! His achievements in eight months are the result of decades of our efforts! What do you have to compare with him? And then you foolishly dream of assassinating him?"

The Acton brothers both paled: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Deer Chandler sneered, "The gunman has already been captured by Ian Carl. Through him, they could find the middleman and trace you all the way down. It wouldn't be difficult for them to find you. The reason he hasn't done so is because he wants to give you a chance."

He looked at everyone and said, "He will buy your 63% stake at a 40% discount, while my share will remain at a 20% discount."

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

Deer Chandler sneered, "When have you ever treated me like a husband? Don't forget, I'm the one who 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 Carl, but you wouldn't listen. Now that things have gone wrong, you're blaming everything on me? Isidora, I've had enough of you!"

As he spoke, he spread his hands: "Today is a good day. The Times has changed hands, and we're getting a divorce too."

As he spoke, he backed away, and at the same time, two figures appeared at the gate.

Ian Carl, Filipso!

The latter was carrying a camera and pointing it at them.

The Acton brothers were taken aback. Why were they here?

Ian grinned at Isidora, his left eye gleaming. He whispered, "You should let a man who betrayed you feel his own anger. You have the guts, don't you?"

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

As she spoke, she grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed Deer Chandler.

Dear Chandler did not dodge.

flutter!

The fruit knife plunged into his abdomen, and the Acton brothers screamed in horror, "No!"

Just as Isidora was about to stab her again, Ian kicked her away. Deer Chandler clutched his stomach and stepped back, looking at Ian with terror in his eyes.

He was right!

Isidora really made her move!

That 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 spot, you won't die. The ambulance is waiting outside."

Deer Chandler gasped, "Thank you!"

He clutched his stomach and ran outside. At the same time, two nurses and a doctor rushed over with a stretcher, helped Dear Chandler up, and put him in the car.

This time we won't take a long detour.

Ian, smiling, took the camera: "Philip, you're here for the interview this time."

Filileso smiled, took out the microphone, and said to Isidora, "Mrs. Chandler... at least for now you are still Mrs. Chandler. Have you come to the point where your hatred for your husband is so strong that you would kill him with your own hands?"

Isidora was also surprised.

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

The camera moved, giving Ian a close-up shot.

Although this part is probably not needed, Ian's excellent professionalism still allowed him to leave behind as many perfect shots as possible.

It's fine to admire it myself later.

The Acton brothers roared and charged at the same time.

Filippo pulled out a gun and pointed it at the two brothers: "Forget it, guys. Do you know that at Carl Media, armed interviews are standard operating procedure?"

The two brothers stopped at the same time.

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

Leso laughed, "Even without guns, you shouldn't make a move. Do you know why? I have AIDS, and if we fight, my blood might splatter on you. Right now, you've only lost the Times, at least you still have money. But if you get my blood on you, you might lose everything."

"Perfect story," Ian exclaimed.

As expected, you learn from those you associate with; Leso's current interviewing style is exactly the same as his own.

They've become habitual threats.

Even AIDS has become a powerful weapon for Leso!

Leso turned back to the two brothers and Isidora: "So, shall we continue the interview? What are your thoughts on losing this bet? Are you willing to fulfill the bet immediately? Or are you looking for other ways to renege on the debt? What made you choose assassination, such a low-level method of defaulting?"

The three of them stared at Leso and Ian, their faces pale.

The latest novel is first published here!

Finally, the youngest son cried out, "This is Father's will. He can't accept losing his life's work like this. He arranged everything; it has nothing to do with us."

Leso clicked his tongue and shook his head: "As expected, people who are about to die always have more courage, but that doesn't mean you can shirk your responsibilities... An old man lying in a hospital bed can't be contacted for assassination."

Just then, a nurse rushed down the stairs, shouting, "The master is dying!"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and Ian's heart stirred: "Let's go take a look together."

They both went upstairs at the same time.

Upon entering the bedroom, one sees an elderly person lying on the bed, with an IV drip hanging beside the bed.

Ian gave Leso a look, and Leso understood.

He strode over and handed the microphone: "Mr. George Acton? Are you alright? Do you still have the energy to do my interview?"

The old man glared at Leso; despite his terminal illness, the anger in his eyes remained intense.

Leso laughed and said, "I understand your anger, but that's business. You have to be able to afford to lose. You went too far first, which is why you have everything now."

Ian said softly, "There's no point in reasoning 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: "You've lost, sir. The Times will change hands. How do you feel now? Do you like this outcome? The Times will certainly flourish in Ian Karl's hands, or it might be emptied out. Do you mind that?"

That salt was rubbed into the wound with such precision and cruelty!

The old man roared angrily, "Get out!!!"

This roar exhausted all his strength, then his eyes rolled back, and he lay stiffly on the bed, motionless.

Leso looked at him coldly.

he died.

Leso is infuriating!

Leso gave a cold laugh.

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

"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 enormous contributions to the media industry."

"The Los Angeles Herald pays its highest respects to Mr. George Acton, and may he rest in peace watching the Los Angeles Times thrive."

After saying this, he looked at Ian: "What did I say?"

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

Then he looked at the three Acton brothers: "Here are two reports. One is about you brothers hiring someone to assassinate Ian Carr, and Mrs. Chandler attempting to kill her husband. The other is about old Mr. Acton passing away peacefully, but stating before his death that he would support the bet, and that the Acton family keeps its word… I'll cut out the part where he yells 'Get out!' and only keep the moment he breathes his last… Such good footage can't be wasted!"

Then he smiled slightly: "You can choose which one you want. Personally, I think the answer is very simple."

(End of this chapter)