Coolest Girl in Town

Inside the meeting room, the hastily-assembled emergency PR team sat around the table. They argued

until they were red in the face, all of them putting their heads together over this PR nightmare for one

reason, and one reason only-to prevent Elise’s name from being tarnished.

“…Shifting the public’s attention is the most important thing right now. Listen to me and find a B-lister to

take the fall. We’ll certainly be able to shift a lot of the heat away like this.”

“That’s just treating the symptoms, not the cause. Why don’t we get in touch with those platforms and

request them to take those topics down? It’s going to take more effort, but we’ll be able to root out the

problem. We won’t have to worry about those comments spreading like wildfire. They’ll start spreading

again at just the slightest mention otherwise.”

“I say that we just get the legal department to write up a letter to go after those major content creators

who are purposely directing the narrative! We’ll make an example of them!”

“No, you listen to me…”

These public relation contingencies all had some flaw to them, but none of them

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Chapter 330

were up to Alexander’s standards. He sat there quietly in his seat, letting those at the meeting table to

squabble like no tomorrow. Yet, he seemed to be in a completely different world, for the aura around him

was so chilly that it terrified the others.

There was no doubt that Matthew decided to go for this dirty blow because he wanted to force Elise into

a corner, to force her to be tied to him. But he was mistaken: Elise could be reasonable, but she would

not be coerced. Such a drastic move would only make Elise even more sure to keep him away at arm’s

length.

However, this wasn’t the problem that Alexander was considering. There was only one thing that he was

concerned about no one would be able to get past him in the future to hurt Elise. Collecting his thoughts,

he lifted his hand and rapped the table.

“Knock, knock–”

Instantly, the PR team fell completely silent. All of them turned their gazes in unison to their employer.

“Looks like you still don’t know what the name ‘Elise Sinclair’ means. I’ll say this once, and once only—

as long as I, Alexander Griffith, still remain in this seat, then Elise’s reputation is also the Griffith Group’s

reputation.” At that, Alexander lifted his left hand to look at his watch. “It’s 1.28 p.m. now. You’ve already

wasted 18 minutes and 23 seconds. By 2 p.m, I hope that I will no longer see the name ‘Elise Sinclair’ on

any social media platform. Use all means possible. If that is not the case by then, all of you will be

handing in your resignation letters.”

The office descended into a suffocating silence. Other than Alexander, everyone else had the exact

same expression, as if the same expression had been copied and pasted onto their faces, all deep

frowns and solemness.

Alexander had given them only half an hour, but it wasn’t all that difficult to figure out which was

Alexander’s most preferred way to deal with this PR case, considering their knowledge. Most importantly,

asking Alexander any questions now when he was in this state was a surefire way for them to get a one-

way ticket to death.

These people had only two choices: they could just stand there and do nothing, waiting for the seconds

to tick down while the public grew even louder. They would take the blame before they packed their bags

to leave. Or, they could stick it out and voice their questions to Alexander, only to be killed on the spot

with that murderous gaze of his.

Both paths led to death, and no one dared to be the first one to make a move.

After a while, Cameron could no longer take it, and decided to give everyone a

frustrated reminder. “Are you all zombies or something? Mr. Griffith has spoken-do everything that you

can to solve this, no matter the price. Get a move on already!”

At the last word, the group of people who had still been sweating buckets just moments ago promptly

sprang from their seats and rushed out of the meeting room.

Once everyone was gone, the meeting room fell into silence again. Alexander tilted his head up as he

leaned back in his seat. His eyes were gently closed, but a frown could be seen on his forehead, looking

out of place on that chiseled face of his.

Cameron couldn’t help but console his employer when he saw Alexander’s tired form. “I’m sure Miss

Sinclair won’t take all this to heart.”

Alexander merely sat there motionlessly without answering him. No one knew whether he’d heard him.

Cameron felt awkward at the lack of response. After a few seconds of silence, he brought up the task

that Alexander had assigned to him earlier. “The general vicinity of the area where Miss Sinclair was

found has been checked thoroughly-they still haven’t caught the culprit.”

“They still haven‘t caught the culprit.”

Upon hearing those words, Alexander felt like he had been given a harsh slap.

How many times had Matthew slipped away right under his nose?

The crux of the problem wasn’t whether Elise minded what the media said about her; instead, it was

whether he could put Matthew in his place. If he had protected Elise properly, none of this would have

happened.

It was time to put an end to everything.