10. Shaw's Media

Aurelius finally found Jacob.

In the 1920s, New York was already a world-class metropolis, making it as difficult to find someone as finding a needle in a haystack.

When Aurelius found it, a large group of people had gathered around the Jacob's house, creating a massive hole in the wall.

Aurelius could go up, but the mark on Tina told him that Tina and Newt were just a street away.

There was an explosion, attracting the attention of Tina and Newt among the many people around.

He didn't have enough time.

"Mistake," sighed Aurelius.

The theory that the Motla Rat could alleviate Obscurus was mere speculation, and not particularly significant.

While it would be beneficial to obtain it, it wasn't crucial.

Nevertheless, this matter deserved Aurelius's reflection. Perhaps he should consider his actions more carefully in the future, or at the very least, be better prepared.

A thorough understanding of the plot was his greatest advantage, and careful planning allowed him to maximize it.

"Where have you been?" Aurelius was met with Mary's calm and indifferent eyes as soon as he entered the door.

"I..."

"No need to explain. Pack up and come out with me," Mary interrupted, and Aurelius noticed Chastity and Modes, who had been singing "The Witch's Broom" and playing hopscotch earlier, now dressed neatly.

.....

....

The Shaw Media Building was founded by Henry Shaw Sr., New York's most prestigious media tycoon.

The top floor office of the building offered a panoramic view of the entire city. In 20th-century New York, it was one of the highest points, second only to the Woolworth Building.

Old Henry's favorite pastime was standing in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows and gazing down at the whole of New York. This awe-inspiring and superior experience gave him the illusion of being 'The King of New York.'

No, maybe from a certain perspective, it wasn't an illusion.

Shaw Media was the undisputed manipulator of public opinion. Journalists were known as the uncrowned kings, and Shaw Media, owning nearly two-thirds of the reporters in New York, was the king among the uncrowned kings!

Having achieved success in his career, commercial ventures, and god-like influence over the uninformed, old Henry no longer found satisfaction in these accomplishments.

He longed for more for his family, such as... politics.

His exceptional eldest son, also named Henry, possessed intelligence, steadiness, and the demeanor of a military general. Even before reaching his forties, he became a New York City Senator, with aspirations for the highest position in the country.

He placed all his hopes in his eldest son, and these were crucial days for Senator Henry Shaw's campaign speech. The father and son have been discussing this lately. "I have prepared dinner, and celebrities from all over New York will be there. This is the perfect opportunity for you to get recognition from influential people in New York. They can be a great help to you..."

Bang!

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Henry stared disapprovingly at the intruder, Langdon Shaw.

His underachieving second son!

In stark contrast to his high-achieving brother, he was the complete opposite!

Mr. Bakker, an assistant to the chairman, faced Old Henry's unfriendly gaze and anxiously explained, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw, but your son insisted on coming in"

Langdon excitedly held a baseball bat and a stack of photos and documents in his arms, spreading them out on the table. On the table were photos of streets and houses that had experienced recent "gas explosions" and "house collapses." The scenes depicted walls reduced to rubble as if they had been bombed.

Langdon was eager to share the important news he had discovered with his father, "Father, you need to hear this. I've got some major news!"

Old Henry frowned and impatiently tapped his forehead, saying, "Langdon, your brother and I are busy. We're planning his campaign and don't have time to listen to you."

Langdon's heart skipped a beat; this tone was all too familiar!

He looked at Aurelius and his group who entered the room, and quickly said, "This is Mary Lou Barbourne from the New Salem Charity Association. She has a shocking secret to reveal!"

The so-called New Salem Benevolent Society was Second Salem's official name.

Old Henry snorted, placed his wine glass on the table, stood up, and looked at them indifferently.

Their clothes were cheap and outdated, and the ruthless journalist among them had sharp eyes. Old Henry could instantly calculate the combined worth of their attire.

He did not doubt that not a single one of them had fifty dollars on them.

As for Second Salem, well, it was simply a joke. A joke known to the entire New York news media.

How could a deranged woman and her hundreds of deranged children be considered an organization? Could it even be called an association? It was more like a kindergarten!

And the beliefs they were promoting were even more nonsensical. Who, besides children, would believe in such fairy tales?

"She has news? Really..."

It was a slightly mocking remark, but an excited Langdon misunderstood it, thinking that his father was genuinely interested.

"New York City is filled with strange occurrences, and the individuals behind them don't seem human. It's witchcraft, can't you see?"

Old Henry was at a loss for words and looked at his son with affectionate eyes. "Langdon..."

"She's not here for the money," Langdon argued.

Old Henry patted Langdon on the shoulder and said seriously, "Either her story is worthless, or she's lying about the price she's asking for. No one would disclose something valuable for free!"

It was practically a direct dismissal. "Mary is right here!"You're right, Mr. Shaw," Mary said, her anger barely contained. She was still fighting for what she believed in. Second Salem needed to grow and required funds, so Shaw's news was significant. "To promote Second Salem, we need your reach. Millions of people read your newspaper, and they need to know about the dangers of this event."

Langdon interjected, "There's intense turbulence on the subway. Look at these photos..."

"I'd prefer it if you and your friends left!"

"No, you're missing out on the news. Just take a look at the evidence, just one look!" Langdon pleaded.

"The biggest news today is the Steen National Bank robbery! Not some ridiculous witch fairy tale!" Old Henry lost his patience and jabbed Langdon's chest with his finger, repeating himself almost word for word.

Seeing that a confrontation between father and son was about to erupt, Henry, who had been coldly observing, stood up and approached Langdon. "Langdon, don't embarrass your father, and take these monsters away with you!"

Monsters?

Hehe--

Aurelius, who had felt like a bystander for a while, sneered in his heart.

If you hadn't taken someone else's rightful place, you would have perished because of these so-called 'monsters'.

T/N: Like it? Add to the library!

Give me Your POWER STONES!!!!

For MORE Chapters Join MY Patreon

p@treon.com/FicReader