Chapter 153 - 152: So You’re Saying I’m Being Dramatic?
Harrison Lowell changed his clothes and came downstairs with a laptop. Seeing everyone in the living room laughing and chatting, he let out a cold snort.
But everyone treated him like he was thin air, continuing their conversation without even pausing, not even looking up!
The only one who acknowledged him was Goldie. "WOOF WOOF!" ’Oh, so you’re alive again, you little punk? How’d you recover so fast?’
"What the hell are you barking about? Don’t think I didn’t see you digging a hole for me with your paws! It’s too late to apologize now, I’m telling you!" Harrison Lowell glared at the dog.
"WOOF WOOF WOOF!" ’My only regret is that I didn’t dig the hole deeper!’
Goldie shot him a contemptuous look, turned around, and left him with a view of its butt.
"Hmph!" Harrison Lowell snorted heavily again, plopped down on a nearby sofa, opened his laptop, and started muttering to himself,
"Where is the justice?! Where is the law?! Where is the humanity?! I’m going to post this video online and have my 200 million-plus loyal fans cyberbully certain cold, heartless people!!"
As the person with the lowest status in the family, tattling was completely useless.
Just moments ago, after his siblings had ’graciously’ dug him out of the snow, he had stormed inside to complain to his grandparents, parents, uncles, and aunts.
But all he got in return was: "Move aside, you’re in the way."
To them, the ingredients for the New Year’s Eve dinner in their hands were more important than him.
The Lowell Family Elders: ...’Actually, we have harsher things to say, but are you sure you want to hear them? Maybe we should wait until after the New Year? It’s not really appropriate to say them during the holiday.’
"Oh dear, if I post this video, the fallout might be pretty bad. Should I post it or not? Hmm, if certain people were to apologize to me, maybe I wouldn’t post it."
Harrison Lowell finished editing the post’s caption and furtively glanced up at his siblings.
’What is going on?! They’ve stopped chatting and are all on their phones now?! But why aren’t they trying to placate me?!’
’Fine, fine, fine.’ Harrison Lowell viciously slammed the send button, as if the button itself was what had buried him in the snow.
[Harrison Lowell (Darkened Version) V: The New Year’s vlog is here!
P.S. Everyone treats me like this because we’re all very close. This video is purely to document our family’s New Year’s atmosphere, and I hope no negative comments are made about my siblings.
Of course, if certain people were to come to their senses and apologize, I would reluctantly forgive them. [Video]]
Harrison Lowell kept refreshing his own comments section, just in case he ran into any nasty comments. He had to be ready to curse them out immediately.
After all, he knew his fans. They wouldn’t say anything truly vile, or he wouldn’t have actually uploaded the video. He was just worried that some shameless anti-fans would use this to mock him.
But the more he scrolled, the more he felt something was off about the tone of his comments section. These people, with their ’Iron Fan’, ’Gold Fan’, and ’Diamond Fan’ badges, and even several top fans whose IDs he recognized—were they really his fans? Had they all been hacked?!
[It’s the little sister! Our lovesickness is cured!!]
[So hot!! HUFF HUFF!!!]
[Are you blind?] *99+
[Hello everyone, except Harrison Lowell.]
[Little Nugget is so big now, and he looks so cute trying to dig that hole!!]
[This is absolutely outrageous! Where is their conscience? Where are their morals? And where’s the sound of the laughter?!]
[Right here!!!]
[Other people’s target for cyberbullying: their rivals. Harrison Lowell’s target for cyberbullying: his own family.]
[Brother Harrison said he didn’t mean anything by it, so we definitely shouldn’t misunderstand him.]
[Don’t worry, everyone here has perfect comprehension!]
[So jealous of Green Tea Harrison, being doted on by so many siblings.]
[We get it, we get it. We know your family is close, Harrison "Everyone’s Favorite" Lowell.]
’It’s all praise, but none of it is for me?!’
’Can’t they see me getting pelted?! Can’t they see the chaotic flurry of snow on camera?! Can’t they see me being buried alive?!’
’What is wrong with them? Am I just not worthy? I didn’t ask them to curse anyone out, but they could at least feel a little sorry for me!!’
’Why do I always get the short end of the stick?!’
Harrison Lowell felt that if he kept reading, his blood pressure would probably shoot up to 250.
He decided to stop looking at these infuriating comments, exiting to his homepage to refresh his feed. That’s when he saw two brand new posts.
[Lowell Group V: A grand reunion after fifteen years. We’re drawing 150 lucky ducks from the comments for a 10,000 yuan cash prize each. [Image]]
[Pluto Consortium V: Ditto. @Lowell Group V [Image]]
The accompanying image was the group photo they had just taken in the snow.
In it, only Harrison Lowell’s head was visible, with Goldie sitting its butt down in the snow (on his body), grinning foolishly at the camera with its teeth bared.
"What the hell!" Harrison Lowell shot to his feet, pointing a finger at the black-hearted group. "You guys are unbelievable! Posting an embarrassing photo of me is one thing, but you’d rather throw money away online than try to placate me!?"
Caleb Lowell calmly took a sip of his coffee. "First, this is just a corporate marketing strategy. I don’t blame you for not understanding. Second, we posted the original photo. Your inability to manage your facial expression is your own problem. Third, regarding your demand to be placated, I believe that as an adult, you should possess basic emotional regulation skills."
"So you’re saying I’m being dramatic? That it’s all my fault either way?" Harrison Lowell’s pointing hand trembled slightly.
Caleb Lowell was noncommittal.
Harrison Lowell then turned to Yvonne Lowell. "What about you? Do you think so too?"
"What do I think? The official Pluto social media account has always been managed by Position Three. I don’t even have the username or password."
Yvonne Lowell’s gaze shifted from her phone screen to him as she shrugged innocently.
The subtext was clear: Go talk to whoever posted it. Don’t drag me into this. I’m a woman you can’t afford to mess with.
Zachary Jacobs looked at her in disbelief. ’Isn’t she throwing me under the bus a little too fast!? The prize money has to go through the official company accounts! Would I have posted it without her approval?!’
Sensing a certain resentful gaze on him, Zachary Jacobs said weakly, "Haha, um... how about I do a giveaway on the Jacobs Corp account too? As an apology? Haha..."
"Screw you! Is that how you apologize!? @#¥,%...&*-+,/! You said yesterday that we were ride-or-die friends, and this is how you treat me?! @¥%¥...%Y**%! Forget the giveaway, just transfer the money directly to me!"
Harrison Lowell seized the opportunity to unleash on him. He couldn’t mess with the other two, but he could definitely mess with this kid, right? Would Zachary Jacobs dare to rebel against his superior?!
After Harrison had vented his fill, Zachary Jacobs hesitated for a moment before he couldn’t help but ask,
"Brother Harrison, is your acting career really doing so poorly that you don’t even have 1.5 million? Why don’t you just quit the industry and come work with me?!"
Harrison Lowell took a deep breath and flashed his signature, business-mode fake smile. "Shut up. Send the money. Got it?"
"Alright then." Without batting an eye, Zachary Jacobs transferred the money to him.
’It wasn’t a huge amount anyway. If he wants it, he can have it. When you piss someone off, you really do have to placate them. I’ll just consider it... a charitable donation.’