This incident shocked the world at the time. The heiress to the Hearst Empire became a member of a violent organization and actively participated in the bank's case.

That classic photo of him holding a semi-automatic weapon, wearing combat uniform and a beret in front of the organization's logo, still makes it hard to believe its authenticity today.

Before she was arrested by California police, the Hearst family had already planned how to clear her name.

In fact, whitewashing Patty is not the point.

The key is to avoid bringing shame to the Hearst family and being marked with disgrace.

A series of excuses such as Stockholm syndrome, religious brainwashing, psychological suggestion, etc. were used in her defense in court.

The Hearst family even used their extensive network of contacts to get two consecutive presidents to commute her sentence.

In the end, Feixie issued a pardon order, completely "clearing" Patty.

Legally, she was a "clean" free person, but in the Hearst family, Patty became a symbol of shame.

Why, after being kidnapped and having the ransom paid, they still joined violent organizations and participated in bank case settlements.

To this day, many of these questions remain difficult to explain.

But her behavior casts a mysterious and legendary veil over the Hearst family.

Unfortunately, this legendary veil is not a positive image.

There is madness in Hearst's blood.

Since then, Hearst's mad blood has become a topic of conversation and consensus among the upper classes in Europe and the United States.

'Never mess with a Hearst woman, especially Patty's daughter.'

Contemporary heirs to the European and American upper classes will receive similar exhortations.

Especially those ancient families who attached great importance to the theory of bloodline regarded the Hearst family as a flood beast.

It seems that once the crazy gene of the Hearst family is infected, his family will become crazy monsters like "Patty".

So, as Patty's daughter, Lydia's situation at home was not very good.

This is also the reason why she left early and ventured out on her own.

She claimed that it was her rebellion, but in fact that family could not tolerate her, a direct descendant of "crazy blood".

Fortunately, the father's feelings for his daughter were not affected by this.

On the contrary, all the comments about Patty made him feel even more guilty.

As he grew older, this guilt took a more important place in his heart.

Because of this, Lydia can continue to maintain her status as one of the heirs of the Hearst family.

However, the first-line inheritance right that should have belonged to her was transferred to her cousin Amanda Hearst.

Fortunately, Lydia didn't care about it and didn't let it affect the relationship between the two sisters.

"I just want to find a formal boyfriend, is that not okay?"

Facing Lydia's questioning, Amanda looked at her seriously.

There was no trace of joking in her eyes. "Are you serious? An Asian."

"What's wrong with being Asian? Hearst Group can't accommodate me, let alone my future husband. Who is it? What does it matter?"

She had been deprived of the right to run the company a long time ago. She could inherit the huge wealth accumulated by the Hearst family, but she had no right to join the company for any reason, even as a small employee.

Perhaps, that is why she chose to debut in Vogue magazine, owned by her family’s arch-enemy, the Newhouse family.

“…”

Amanda didn't know how to answer this. This was a family decision and her parents were also involved.

She herself is the beneficiary of this decision.

If she were in Lydia's position, any words of comfort coming from her would stench like hypocrisy.

"Well, none of your business. Let's go, we're going to be late."

"Oh, my goodness, it's two o'clock already. Paris will be mad."

Amanda hurriedly pulled her and ran to the Maserati parked in front of the main entrance. "I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, because no matter what, you can't get there on time."

There is no essential difference between being one minute late and being one hour late.

At least, this is true for wealthy socialites like them.

You can be late for anything, but you can't be late for the sisters' gathering.

…

"Why so slow?"

The elevator door opened and Big Ivan, wearing thin pajamas, stood outside the door with a glass of red wine in his hand.

"It's noon now."

Li Zhenyu looked out the window of the living room at the end of the corridor, looking very surprised.

Taking a sip of wine, Big Ivan smiled and said, "It's a rare day off, and with you by my side, I've already forgotten about time."

These sweet words sounded like they were meant to please him.

Noticing Li Zhenyu's puzzled look, Big Ivan simply admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have treated you like that on the plane... I'm sorry, Li."

Holding her in his arms, the surprisingly soft touch made Li Zhenyu distracted: "I have forgotten that thing a long time ago. Honey, I am really thirsty now."

The seafood during the fishing season is the freshest, making the seafood soup cooked by Big Ivan particularly delicious.

After eating and drinking, Li Zhenyu lay on the large sofa with his hands behind his head.

Big Ivan lay on his side, pressed against his body, his fingers boringly drawing circles on his strong chest.

'Why do women like to do this? '

The next moment, she reached out to touch Li Zhenyu's chin, and the fine stubble felt a little prickly.

But she was like a little girl who had found a new toy, happily moving her fingertips back and forth.

"Is it fun?"

"Well, every minute I spend with you is fun... Lee, I'm probably crazy."

Big Ivan is serious, love is like a long business negotiation.

Good lovers must maintain superficial peace while taking the initiative in testing and hurting each other.

Whoever shows weakness first will be put in a passive position in this "negotiation".

What Big Ivan just did was to completely expose his own cards and weaknesses in front of him.

initiative?

Just now, she had completely given up and lost the qualification to take the initiative.

Now, the only active choice left for her is to leave.

"No, I can't leave him now."

Big Ivan was sad. It was the first time in her life that she felt so passive and humble.

Moreover, she had created this situation on her own initiative.

“…I’m really crazy.”

As Big Ivan spoke, he leaned forward, brought the wine glass on the coffee table to his mouth, and drank the remaining half glass of red wine in one gulp.

Li Zhenyu did not express anything and was willing to be a quiet listener.

No matter what he did at the moment, it would be inappropriate. He could neither act proud and arrogant, nor did he want to show weakness to her and give up the initiative he had just gained.

With nothing else to do, Li Zhenyu simply picked up the basketball on the sofa and practiced catching the ball with one hand to ease the awkward deadlock.

This trick really worked, and Big Ivan was soon attracted by his superb ball-catching skills.

The awkward atmosphere was also eased as they talked to each other.

"Lee, do you want to go to the window and enjoy the night view of New York together?"

"Of course, I'll help you."

Big Ivan, who was a little drunk, walked unsteadily, with his toes on the carpet, and trembling like a little girl playing hopscotch, he came to the window with his support.

The neon lights are brilliant, and New York at night is full of cyberpunk feeling.

Chaos, sin, gloom, the collision of civilization and barbarism, it is extremely prosperous, but also has a hint of decline.

The neon lights on the streets and high-rise buildings create a sci-fi feel.

The constant flow of cars and hurried pedestrians look no different from daytime.

(End of this chapter)