Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 142

Mrs. Lee once again played peacemaker. "Look at this new fund I bought into. It's not growing at all. And wasn't Homp Group supposed to be investing in the medical sector? Why isn't there any news? Is this Mr. Bright just creating smoke and mirrors?"

"Have you met this Mr. Bright?" Rachel sat up straight, not forgetting her main objective for being there. "Did he let anything slip?"

Mrs. Zade laughed. "As if he's someone we can just meet. Even your husband has a hard time getting an appointment."

Rachel retorted coldly, "Our family already has a partnership with Homp Group. Yves, Mr. Bright's right-hand man, has been friends with my husband for years. Seeing him wouldn't be difficult at all!"

Mrs. Zade couldn't be bothered to argue with her bluffs.

Rachel, seeing her disbelief, was about to say more when Mrs. Lee, scrolling through her phone, suddenly exclaimed, "Veritas Medical! Oh my goodness! Mrs. Yates, look, isn't this your family's Veritas Medical? Tulip Lane, that's the one!"

"That shabby massage parlor has nothing to do with us," Rachel said, instinctively sensing this was about the livestream. It was so embarrassing. "My mother-in-law runs that place by herself."

Mrs. Zade's smile widened with meaning. "Well, it certainly has nothing to do with you. A success like this doesn't seem like something you could pull off."

With that, she stood up and followed the masseuse into a private room.

Rachel, not understanding the dig, slammed her teacup down. "Can you believe her? Always picking on me, enjoying my humiliation! Do you think I wanted her to do livestreams? That kind of work is no better than begging!"

Mrs. Lee looked awkward as she handed her phone over. "Maybe you should take a look at the stream first?"

"What's there to see? It's just some small-time…" Rachel's words died in her throat as she saw the video. "This… is trending?"

Seeing that she wasn't completely clueless, Mrs. Lee explained, "It's more than just trending. Look at the donations."

"Donations?" Rachel fumbled for her own phone, desperate to see.

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