Chapter 327
Zachary was furious. If he had known these people were this useless, he never would have wasted so much money hiring them.
How was he supposed to explain this to his boss?
He glanced around. Even though it was nearing midnight, a sizable crowd of onlookers was starting to form.
“What are you all staring at p>
He barked at his subordinates. “Go disperse the crowd p>
He turned back to face the team leaders. “Since you botched the job, hand back the money p>
At least that way, he’d have some sort of consolation to present to Mr. Lance. “Hey, you can’t do that.
We gave it our best shot, and everyone genuinely tried p>
Besides, it wasn’t like all the cash had gone straight into their own pockets. They had used most of it to hire other people, and there was no way those aggressive women were going to issue refunds.
“Zachary, I swear we tried. If you don’t believe me, look at this p>
One of the team leaders was clever enough to have recorded a video of his crew getting into shouting matches with the real fans earlier, and now it came in handy p>
Meanwhile, a few of the hired agitators who had been lingering in the crowd overheard the demand for refunds and immediately slipped away into the night.
Were they joking? Trying to take back money that was already safely in their pockets?
Surrounded by a phalanx of bodyguards, Leonard Lance exited the venue. Just as he was about to step into his car, he noticed the commotion nearby.
“Go see what’s happening p>
“Yes, sir p>
Leonard waited in the car. Less than ten minutes later, the man he sent called back.
“Mr. Lance, it’s Zachary Lloyd, Lawrence’s assistant. He’s currently in a heated argument with a group of hired thugs p>
Leonard instantly pieced it together. Had his idiotic grandson actually tried to hire people to sabotage the concert, only for the plan to fail, leading to a public dispute with the mercenaries?
“Tell that assistant to get the hell out of there immediately p>
Thank god he had sent someone to check. Who knew how far this would have escalated otherwise?
Was the boy trying to humiliate them further? A botched sabotage attempt? What an absolute joke.
Luckily, all the reporters were still backstage trying to secure interviews. If they had caught this on camera and posted it online, the Lance family would have been the laughingstock of the city.
He was going to have a very serious talk with that boy when he got home.
The first concert wrapped up as a massive success. The stadium held 80,000 seats, with tickets averaging a hundred and fifty dollars each.
Combined with the merchandise sales-which typically accounted for about thirty percent of the ticket revenue-the total eamings, exceeded millions of dollars.
The very next day, Robert handed the highly satisfactory financial report to Mira.
Mira reviewed the numbers. “This trip to Aethelgard was definitely worth it, Robert p>
“You’re the boss. If you say it’s worth it, then it’s worth it p>
Owen joked with a light smirk.
Raking in a massive profit was only a secondary benefit. The most
crucial victory was laying the groundwork for Solflare
Entertainment’s official entry into the Aethelgard market. No amount of traditional advertising could have
achieved this level of exposure.
It had also simultaneously established a strong foundation for EcoRide in the region. If anyone tried to mess with them now, they would have to think twice. fo
The news quickly made its way back to Melvion City.
The day after the concert was Sunday. The Mercer family was gathered around the dining table for lunch when Damon spoke up, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Dad, take a wild guess. Who do you think the elusive Lune actually is p>
Earlier, a friend of his had sent him a video with the caption: “Damon, guess who Lune is p>
After watching the clip, Damon had sat in stunned silence for a long time.
“Who is she p>
Adrian asked.
“I bet you couldn’t guess either, could you, Ethan p>
Ethan had been eating quietly, but he looked up, a frown creasing his forehead.
“Stop dragging it out and just tell us p>
The entire family turned their attention to Damon.
“Lune is your wonderful sister, your perfect daughter… Mira p>
“How is that possible p>
“No way p>
“You don’t believe me p>
Damon looked at their shocked faces.
He stood up, grabbed his phone from the coffee table, and opened the group chat.
“Look. My friend sent me this video. He was at her concert last night p>