The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love Chapter 848

Chapter 848 

Even some folks got a kick out of analyzing the facial expressions of the people in the surveillance video. 

But then, t 

he owner of the social media account discovered the video, promptly deleted it. She posted that her account had been hacked and she wasn’t responsible for the video. 

However, in the age of the internet, nothing ever truly disappeared. 

Many people had saved that video, and it quickly spread like wildfire. 

In the blink of an eye, public opinion on the matter took a drastic turn. 

The funeral ended shortly after the explosion.. 

Yvonne and Latham returned to their swanky mansion, where she zeroed in on her phone, watching the tide of public opinion roll in. 

She smirked dismissively, “Mom’s really losing her touch, and she’s just so–so as a daughter.” 

Gabriella even hired a hacker to attack the account of the whistleblower she had arranged, posting those useless surveillance clips. 

Though it might look like Gabriella was winning point after point on the internet, what good would it do? 

What mattered was winning the hearts of the upper executives at the Jared Group. 

That said, Yvonne was more than happy for Gabriella to waste all her energy on the internet. 

That way, she could take advantage of the situation and get more done. 

The local police station just called, Latham said with a smug look. Probably about the explosion.” 

“Are they asking us to identify the body?” Yvonne frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the mere thought. “Honey, you go. If the media asks, tell them was so overwhelmed and shocked by the terrible news that I fainted and couldn’t make it.” 

“Okay” Latham said. 

After hanging up the phone, 

Latham slid over from the other side of the sofa and leaned on Yvonne, “Honey, you look incredibly beautiful today. You outshined all those rich ladies at the funeral!” 

Age had taken its toll on Latham. He had lost his looks and put on weight due to poor lifestyle habits, which was utterly disgusting. 

“Just go identify the body so we can get the death certificate sorted out, Yvonne said, gently pushing him away. 

Latham planted a firm kiss on her face, “As you wish, darling. I’ll come back later. Please wait for me!” 

“Okay!” Yvonne said. 

Humming a tune, Latham left with a spring in his step, seemingly in high spirits. 

Yvonne got up, wiped her face with disgust, and felt it wasn’t enough. She called her maid and rushed to the bathroom. 

She wished she could scrub off every bit of skin that Latham had touched. 

Latham had a cozy relationship with the local police station. 

They had already agreed that the police would conduct a fake parentage test before Latham’s arrival, confirming the deaths of Lydia and her child. 

However, 

Latham only found out the bad news when he arrived at the police station. 

“Latham, there were no bodies in the house you mentioned. Did you make a mistake? There was nobody there!” The police said. 

“No way!”