The Perfect Comeback of the Fortune's Favorite, the Fake Heir of the Elite Family novel Chapter 11

My mom clicked on the article, her voice filled with fear.

"Isn't this the building we were supposed to move into? Thank goodness we didn't."

I scrolled through a few more articles.

"Shoddy construction and substandard building materials, coupled with the recent typhoon, led to the collapse of the twenty-story building."

"The new apartments were in the handover phase, and most of the missing are construction workers and a few owners."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

Out of every twenty comments, ten were about the rescue efforts, eight were owners condemning the heartless developers and their substandard construction, and two were sharing prayers and good luck charms for the missing.

I also reposted a good luck charm post.

As the excavation continued, more missing people were found. The casualty count kept rising, making it the most severe man-made disaster in Redwood City in decades.

I turned on the TV, and it was broadcasting a press conference regarding the incident. Charles Hamilton was critically ill, so several directors were left to explain and apologize.

Richard, Mark, and Peter Hamilton were all present, dressed in black, bowing and apologizing.

The constantly censored words in the live stream chat showed that the public was not buying it.

Suddenly, several eggs were thrown at the stage by angry members of the audience.