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    That night, sleep eluded Harlee.


    The following morning, for the first time, Dina had arrived at work before nine. She spun her chair gleefully before booting up herputer to admire her handiwork.


    After being dismissed by Harlee the day before, Dina’s frustration had reached a boiling point. In a fit of anger, not only had Dina spent five million hiring online trolls to attack the Sanderson Group and tarnish Harlee’s image, but she also arranged for Jeff’s family to create a public spectacle outside thepany, demanding ountability.


    Right on schedule, Jeff’s rtives gathered outside the building, armed with banners and a loudspeaker, demanding answers from the Sanderson Group regarding theyoffs and their alleged role in Jeff’s demise.


    As rumors spread rapidly online, a crowd formed below, rallying behind Jeff’s family and calling for transparency from the Sanderson Group.


    Impatient for updates on Harlee, Dina decided to venture into Brenton’s office to snoop around.


    After only a few steps, Dina ran into Harlee, who was heading downstairs. stering a look of concern on her face, Dina quickly approached.


    “Miss Sanderson, are you going downstairs?”


    Harlee didn’t reply, and Brenton’s assistant remained silent as well.


    Dina’s expression stiffened, but she persisted.


    “You shouldn’t go out there. Jeff’s family is furious, and if they find out you authorized theyoffs, things could turn ugly.”


    Harlee cast a cold nce at Dina and stepped into the elevator without a word.


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    Despite being ignored, Dina smirked inwardly, relishing the thought of Harlee being publicly disgraced. She followed behind, eager to witness the chaos firsthand.


    At the main entrance of the Sanderson Group, a middle-aged man with a slight limp stood at the front, clutching a loudspeaker and loudly using thepany of being responsible for his son’s death. Two women beside him wept incessantly, their tears flowing like an unending stream.


    A group of muscr men waved signs and shouted slogans, while two elderly individuals, dressed in mourning attire, knelt dramatically on the pavement. Jeff’s entire family had turned up for the spectacle, ensuring maximum attention.


    The Sanderson Group’s PR manager was on edge. With the director away on business and Brenton yet to arrive, Harlee’s apparent indifference left him to manage the escting crisis alone. The weight of public outrage threatened thepany’s reputation, and if the situation wasn’t contained soon, the stock value would plummet. The PR manager anxiously wished Harlee would finally take action.


    He suppressed a surge of frustration, and when his gaze lifted again, a glimmer of hope presented itself.


    Harlee appeared atst, apanied by Brenton’s assistant and Dina. The previously rigid PR manager visibly softened.


    He dabbed at the perspiration on his brow, exhaling deeply in relief.


    Harlee had finally arrived downstairs.


    Had she dyed any longer, he feared he might have been the next one pushed to desperation.


    Without hesitation, the PR manager approached Harlee.


    “These are Jeff’s rtives. They’re rejecting all offers of settlement and insist on an exnation from thepany.”


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