Chapter 10

I do antique restoration work and have indeed made a small name for myself in the industry.

I've also dabbled a bit in the antiques and painting circles, but I'm really not connected to entertainment gossip at all.

Several trending topics on Weibo in a row were clearly targeting me specifically.

The gossip accounts not only released my information and social media accounts, but also directly attacked my family.

My family had made their fortune through antique research generations ago, but my father's generation had switched to real estate and no longer dealt with those items.

The poster persisted, saying my family's assets were questionable, and even the fairness of my mother's position as a university professor was debatable.

There was no real evidence, but their ability to set the tone and stir up emotions was strong.

In the blink of an eye, my account was flooded.

Amidst a sea of insults, there were even some unconventional voices accusing my family of using money and power to coerce aspiring youth, disregarding law and morality.

I had a good idea who they were referring to, and found the whole thing rather absurd.

After carefully screenshotting and saving the content, poster information, and comments, I prepared to call my parents to give them a heads up.

When I returned to the main page, the posts that had been at the top suddenly dropped to the bottom.

I wasn't sure if Zachary would protect me, but I was certain he couldn't do something like this.

I sounded out my parents, then contacted a few well-connected friends, but they were all clueless.

In the end, it was my childhood friend Sophia who provided me with a clue.

"Are you still in touch with Gabriel Hughes?"

Those three words were like pulling a trigger, setting off an underground explosion as memories came flooding back.

Ah, Gabriel Hughes. If it was him, he certainly had that kind of power.