Chapter 29: The brook’s delt with crises

Grace sat on the couch, looking at the pair of father and daughter, her face pale as a sheet, and she said weakly, "Brady, Coral, don't you think it's Heloise's spirit that's haunting us? We're holding a ritual at home. How did we suddenly draw on so much media? It was impossible we had leaked the news out ourselves. Why don't we give some underworld currency to Heloise and ask her to spare us?"

"We are not going to give any underworld currency to her, unless over my dead body."

Coral was getting annoyed and couldn't help but give her mother a blank look when she heard this.

"Alright, now it is not the time to talk about this, it's time about how to solve the problems."

Brady sat there, his finger wearing a big ring tapping on the armrest of the sofa.

After thinking about it, he looked at Coral with a grave face, "Coral, now it has to be up to you, your image has always been pleasant before. I'll give you a press conference. Go and cry in front of the public that this is really just a