The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 969

— *With character like that, how did he even get into The Cabinda University? He's a menace.*

— *Okay, that's harsh. It was just some stolen food. Does that really define his entire character?*

— *Found the person who steals their coworker's lunch from the breakroom.*

The internet's fury had completely turned on Hudson.

Meanwhile, opportunistic bottom-feeders had already tracked down the Carter family.

They promised to turn Hudson into a massive influencer, provided the parents went to war with the university to keep the media circus going.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter, have you thought about our offer?"

"What happened to Hudson is one hundred percent the university's fault. If you're willing to press charges, our agency will represent you pro bono."

"We won't take a dime from you. We'll handle the PR, the lawyers, everything."

"All you have to do is sign this exclusivity contract."

Mr. and Mrs. Carter weren't highly educated, but running a diner for decades meant they weren't stupid, either.

They had the natural street smarts of small-business owners.

But above all, they were decent, hardworking people.

"No thank you. We don't want to be internet famous," Mrs. Carter said, waving her hand.

The modest couple was terrified of their neighbors and loyal diner patrons seeing their faces plastered all over the news.

They would be mortified.

"Oh, not you," The Viral Scout smiled smoothly. "We want to sign your son."

"Absolutely not!" Mr. Carter's face darkened. "He's a college student. He's going to get a real degree and a real career. He's not going to be a clown on the internet!"

The Viral Scout let out a condescending chuckle. "Mr. Carter, you do realize the whole point of a career is to make money, right?"

"And right now, top influencers make a hundred times more than whatever desk job he'll get after graduation. What exactly is the problem?"

Mr. Carter shook his head fiercely. "It's dirty money. My boy is going to earn an honest living. I won't have him turning into a national joke for clicks!"

Hudson was in a dark place, and the scout's glittering promises of wealth were dangerously tempting.

Just as he was wavering, his parents walked in.

Hearing the tail-end of the pitch, they stormed the bed.

"Absolutely not!"

Mr. Carter pointed a trembling finger at the door. "Get the hell out of here! I already told you no!"

"My son's injuries are his own damn fault! It has nothing to do with the university, and we are not going to extort them!"

If the school offered to help with the medical bills, they would accept it for Hudson's sake.

But they were not going to throw a public fit.

They just wanted the nightmare to end quietly.

The Carters might be sharp business owners, but at their core, they had a rigid moral compass.