The Heiress's Return: From Zen to Zenith

Chapter 952: 454 Living_2 Chapter 952: 454 Living_2 ——What kind of historical document is that?

“Princess Madeleine and Her Nine Faces”?

It’s nothing but the wild fantasies of a third-rate novelist.

Does it deserve to be taken seriously?

——Even informal histories have a certain reference value, we can’t completely deny them.

——Informal history?

How is it different from modern pulp novels about overbearing CEOs?

Transpiring over three hundred years doesn’t automatically grant it a halo of antiquity, right?

There was a heated argument in the group chat about the source of the historical records.

Vincent Linggo helplessly rubbed his temples.

He felt relieved that, out of caution, he hadn’t released everything.

Otherwise, his colleagues wouldn’t be as peaceful as they are now.

——To seek truth from facts is indeed our archeologists’ principle, but when there’s not enough historical materials, properly referring to other histories is also a breakthrough.

Otherwise, our work will come to a halt, and I don’t think any of us want to see that happen.

After Vincent Linggo spoke, the group suddenly fell silent.

——Let’s all work hard together moving forward.

We’ll inevitably uncover the truth about that year, and give a satisfying explanation to the deceased and the public.

At noon, Vincent Linggo and his colleagues were eating boxed lunches when someone casually said, “Ms.

Rinto and her grandnephew are on the trending list.”

Everyone knew that their ability to find the mummies this time was thanks to Ms.

Rinto.

Seeing that she’s currently being smeared all over the internet, everyone felt outraged.

This was the first time for everyone to witness the full process of a scandal being blown up online.

It was hair-raising and they couldn’t help but despise the perpetrators more and feel sympathy for the innocent victims like Aubree Groove.

Upon hearing this, Vincent Linggo immediately pulled out his phone.

The internet was flooded with news about Aubree Groove and Agave Rinto, and the titles covered all sorts.

Some unscrupulous media even had a sensational headline to attract traffic.

——Aubree Groove makes first public appearance after murder scandal, happily enjoys rice noodles escorted by her nephew.

The comments below were even worse, filled with personal attacks and all sorts of dirty language.

“Has the world gone mad?

Why doesn’t anyone use their brains?”

“They’re being smeared, obviously.

Aubree Groove is too flashy; it wasn’t that long ago the Madame incident happened, or maybe, Pindo Rinto has too many enemies.

Aubree is unfortunate, having to pay for her father’s debt.”

“Aside from the online provocateurs, the most detestable part is those naive netizens who believe anything they hear.

They are the ones who praise you to the sky and then bury you to the ground.

It’s simply excessive!

Doesn’t the Artie Group control half of the media platforms?

Why don’t they handle these trolls?”

Colleagues voiced their opinions and expressed their shared outrage.

“The tree that stands out gets blasted by the wind,” Vincent Linggo sighed.

“If you don’t evoke envy, you’re mediocre.

I think Aubree has also seen through this; she studies Buddhism after all, nothing can weigh her down.”

For a while, everyone went quiet.

Vincent Linggo asked, “Where is that dumpling restaurant?

It looks good.

I’ll treat everyone there sometime.”

A female colleague raised her hand: “Professor, I know the place.

It’s close to the library.

I used to live nearby and I ate there every day for a whole year and never got tired of it.”

Vincent Linggo was taken aback: “Where is it then?”

“It’s on the Snack Street north of the library.”

Upon hearing this, Vincent Linggo abruptly stood up, dropping his disposable lunch box on the floor.

The rice scattered onto his shoe, but he took no notice.

Everyone was startled by his sudden reaction.

“Professor, what’s wrong?”

Vincent Linggo bit his lips and hoarsely said, “Nothing.”

He picked up his lunch box and turned around to leave.

“You guys continue eating, I need to look up some information.”

In his office, Vincent Linggo was looking at the anonymous sender’s email in his inbox, frowning.

——

At Magior, everything was as peaceful as always.

Hellena Groove went to piano lessons, Titi Groove went downstairs to exercise with Peter Jackson, and Emma Johnson was watching cartoons in the living room.

In the kitchen, Milana Alvarez was making soup.

The white soup in the casserole was bubbling and releasing steam; its aroma filled every corner of the room.

In the upstairs bedroom, Kelly Martinez clicked her tongue.

Her long fingers tapped on the keyboard, creating a series of crisp sounds.