After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 929

Chapter 929

“Now, it's not just about you buying trolls online. Those Tesla owners are going crazy on Twitter, trying to stir up trouble and demanding compensation! You're driving me crazy!"

Ashlyn was also shocked. She never thought her actions would be exposed.

She couldn't even cry now. Wiping away her tears, she nervously looked at Mrs. Ritter and asked, "Mom, what should we do now? | didn't expect the backlash to be so big. | thought by insulting Sylvia and venting our anger a little bit... we could feel better."

"Stupid!" Mrs. Ritter glared at her fiercely. "I used to think you became mature but now it seems like you're naive as before!"

"Mom... | did it to make you feel better too! But | had no idea that Sylvia had such power - she even got access to our bank records and chat logs..." Ashlyn squeezed her palms tightly together in panic, with a face so pale that there was hardly any blood left in it. "Mom... how did she get all of this? Mom... I'm scared."

"You're in Urgford while she's far away in Larro - what are you afraid of?" Mrs. Ritter was so angry that she wanted to slap herself for having such an incompetent daughter.

Tesla is an electric car company under the Ritter Group which produces electric cars, solar panels, and energy storage devices.

Originally positioned as a mid-to-high-end brand with good sales performance, it has always been competitive against Franklin's MI6 which is also involved in new energy development.

Tesla has always targeted mid-to-high-end consumers, and its promotional slogan has always been strong endurance ability. The pride of Tesla electric cars comes from their battery pack consisting of over 7 thousand batteries.

It won't catch fire even if there is a short circuit, and individual battery damage will not affect others-this battery control system is developed by Tesla itself without any history of battery failure.

If there hadn't been brake failures, Tesla would have eventually surpassed Franklin MI6's new energy vehicles.

However, no one expected brake failures on such a large scale; it wasn't just one or two cases, but many more happening every day now.

There have been nearly a hundred videos and jokes about Tesla on the internet, with trending topics popping up one after another.

#Security guard stops Tesla from entering parking lot, claiming it's for the safety of all vehicles #Tesla worth $1. 5 million drops to 60 km/h on highway, owner frightened!

#All vehicles avoid Tesla when it appears

#Female owner protests at Tesla car show

A perfectly good car brand is almost being ruined by netizens. Mrs. Ritter looked at the public opinion on the internet and the situation of Teslas all over the country, including more and more owners protesting and accepting media interviews.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Even protests are becoming more intense, making her so angry. She just called Donovan when he cursed her out. "You raised a good daughter who has now caused us to go bankrupt!" "A perfectly good company is now a laughing stock."

After cursing Mrs. Ritter out, Donovan frantically told his secretary. "Hold a meeting immediately in each department to come up with a solution!" Avoiding is not an option.

The protesting owners are causing trouble in 4S stores and even at car shows; their reaction is too big. But their company still refuses to identify what caused these accidents.

Car owners have lost patience long ago; they want nothing but for their company to explode where they stand.

One by one, executives from the Ritter Group came into the conference room where Donovan sat in first place with an angry face looking at these executives. "We must come up with an effective PR plan; we must resolve this crisis of reputation and credit as soon as possible.”

"| don't care how you do it; you must..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chief Financial Officer trembled as he stood up reporting. "Mr. Ritter... our stock price has plummeted..."

“Plummeted? How much?" Donovan glared fiercely at CFO before shouting loudly, "How much?"

"This morning's drop was over 6%, breaking through $700 per share value which reduced our market capitalization by $4. 6 billion dollars!"

"Damn it!" Donovan felt dizzy while his brain went blank.

He suddenly sat down hard onto his chair trembling all over, his mouth foaming white... "Mr. Ritter!"

"Mr. Ritter! What's going on?"

“What happened? Call an ambulance!"

“Hurry up!"

The conference room was in chaos, "Call Mrs. Ritter! Notify her and Miss Ashlyn!"

The vice president quickly arranged work affairs, "The PR department needs to register an ID on Twitter and verify it! First issue an apology statement! The rest can wait until Mr. Ritter wakes up!"

The ambulance rushed into Urgford's best hospital with sirens blaring, the emergency room doctor had been waiting there for a long time and everything proceeded smoothly as they were pushed into the emergency room for examination.

After more than ten minutes, the doctor hurriedly ran out to several high-level executives of the Ritter Group and said, "Where are the family members? Who is the family member? The patient has suffered a stroke with intracranial bleeding and is in critical condition! Please sign here; surgery must be performed immediately.”

The vice president urgently asked his secretary next to him, "Has Mrs. Ritter arrived yet? Where is she?" The secretary quickly replied, "Mrs. Ritter is on her way; she should be here soon. I'll call her again.”

As soon as she picked up her phone, the elevator door opened and Mrs. Ritter and Ashlyn rushed out together; both mother and daughter were pale-faced with sweat pouring down their foreheads - they didn't care about their image as wealthy socialites now.

Mrs. Ritter rushed over to the doctor,"I am his wife; | am his wife - how is he doing?"

"The patient needs immediate craniotomy surgery - please sign these consent forms." The doctor put all of them in front of Mrs. Ritters face.

Mrs. Ritters head was buzzing loudly- she couldn't believe what was happening before staring at that surgical consent form incredulously, "Craniotomy surgery? Are you kidding me?! My husband has always been healthy."

"Missus, your husband had a stroke due to extreme emotional stress which led to intracranial bleeding causing him life- threatening danger if we don't operate immediately- if you delay signing this document any longer then his condition will become increasingly uncontrollable."

Having seen too many angry relatives before who didn't understand medical procedures well enough, the doctor patiently explained, "So please sign it quickly.”

"| won't sign it - what about Alondra? | want Alondra ! She's my friend !" Suddenly, Mrs. Ritters thought of Alondra who was known for being a famous surgeon — this kind of high-difficulty operation should be done by her instead!

"Ms. Wolfe went abroad for visits; we don't know whether or not she'll return today..." That awkward-looking physician explained, “Our chief physician can also perform this operation..."

"| don't care, | have to make sure Alondra does this surgery." Mrs. Ritter pulled out her phone and called Alondra. After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Ms. Wolfe, have you returned to the country? Donovan had a stroke, can you come back and take a look?" Mrs. Ritter said urgently.

Alondra had just gotten off the plane and turned on her phone when she received Mrs. Ritter's call.

She didn't have much of a good impression of Mrs. Ritter; when she was younger, Presley aipd,shé haul pyarauent swith her. But they all grew up eventually and started their own families; although they kept in touch, it wasn't exactly friendly. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Now hearing that Mrs. Ritter needed her for surgery brought some satisfaction to Alondra's heart. "I just got off the plane; it might take me an hour or so to get there."

She pretended to console Mrs. Ritter. "| heard about what happened at your house too - ah... it's really unpredictable how things can turn out sometimes! Don't be too upset though - Mr. Ritter must've been angered by something?"

Mrs. Ritter listened carefully but noticed Alondra's tone was strange; however since she needed h

from so eqne ets8/shie Could only pdb smiling face, "Yes, yes, it is really frustrating. Ashlyn doesn't know any better, and caused such trouble. I'll be waiting for you at the hospital. Thank you so much!" Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

After hanging up, the anger inside of Ms. Ritter still lingered, but facing the doctor in front of her, she suppressed it. "Ms. Wolfe will be here soon. So... we'll wait until Ms. Wolfe arrives."

"Okay." The doctor saw that she insisted on waiting for Alondra before making any decisions, and didn't say anything more. As soon as Alondra got into the car, Presley who came to pick her up asked, "What happened?"

"Donovan had a stroke. He needs surgery." Alondra smiled Tatesinie, WENEoe we ate: | | give Mrs. Ritter some time. She'll probably be anxious by now. When we arrive, I'll tell them there was traffic on our way here." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

"Did she ask for your help already? How come when she used to act so high-and-mighty, she never acted like this?" Presley rolled her eyes."The Tesla incident has caused quite an uproar."

"Yeah! This time, | think the Ritters are afraid..." Alonrda glanced outside at scenery before yawning, "I'm tired. Call me when we get there."

The car drove smoothly forward without taking any highways but instead taking longer routes back towards hospital. They intentionally took longer routes, to delay some time.

After about half an hour, Alondra’s phone rang and Mrs. Ritter's anxious voice came through, "Ms. Wolfe, where are you?"

Alondra lazily took a sip of water that Presley handed her and replied, "Oh, there was some traffic on the way. It might take another half hour."

After hanging up the phone, she closed her eyes and dozed off. Time flew by quickly and before she knew it, another half hour had passed.

Mrs. Ritter was getting impatient waiting at the hospital as she paced back and forth in the hallway.