"M? M?"


    M snapped out of her thoughts as the guy on the other end was getting impatient and calling out to her.


    "Do you want to spill the beans?"


    "If this gets out, regardless of how much truth there is to it, it''ll definitely stir up a storm. The Harvey family might not fall, but they''ll be in the spotlight for quite a while."


    He was a journalist, and particrly one in the entertainment field, always eager for a spectacle.


    As long as he could report it, he didn''t care who was involved. Truth and evidence didn''t hold much weight for him.


    M''s brow furrowed deeply.


    She understood the gravity of this missing information and the consequences it could unleash. Yet, she couldn''t condone spreading rumors without verifying their authenticity.


    After pondering for a moment, she asked, "What I need you to find out is whether Charlotte has ever been in contact with Giselle, heard anything from her, or done anything rted to her. Can you confirm that?"


    The guy quickly responded.


    "No, from what I''ve gathered so far, these two have no connection beyond sharing the same father. They have no interaction or contact whatsoever."


    No contact?


    So, Charlotte orchestrating Hugo to demand a million-dor dowry,nding her in the hospital, and nearly blinding her wasn''t likely Giselle''s doing?


    If the source wasn''t Giselle, then who could it be?


    The timing of Charlotte''s appearances was too coincidental. Many of the messages were incredibly timely, as if she could find M wherever she was.


    For two people who didn''t know anyone in Kingsford, it was unusually challenging.


    There had to be someone else pulling the strings.


    But who?


    A name suddenly came to M''s mind, someone who could always track her down and knew her Achilles'' heely in her family background.


    Could it be Lysander?


    Considering everything he''d done to her in the past, this wasn''t beyond his capabilities. She had been reluctant to suspect him before, but remembering how he often used her family background against her, it wasn''t impossible.


    M''s grip on her phone tightened.


    The guy on the other end was still calling her, urging her about the scoop. M pushed her swirling thoughts aside and said, "Let me think about it."


    ...


    She hung up and tapped on her phone a few times, pulling up a programming interface.


    Her backup phone was almost identical to the one Lysander had taken from her,plete with pre-installed programming software.


    After setting up a secure connection, she contacted a hacker friend and swiftly transferred ten thousand dors.


    "I need you to look into something for me. Eight years ago, when Charles went to Baycrest to see Charlotte''s mother, what happened between them? And is it confirmed that her falling down the stairs was rted to him? I need solid evidence."


    Unlike her media friend, she couldn''t ignore the truth and evidence, recklessly releasing uncertain information.


    Even though she shed with the Harvey family, it wasn''t a reason to fabricate false information. She needed to ensure this was backed by evidence.


    This level of rumor, if proven false, could lead to detention and administrative penalties, or even jail time in severe cases.


    Besides, if this turned out to be true, it would be a criminal case, and the police should be involved.


    Given her recent sensitivities around anything jail-rted, she wasn''t keen on tempting fate.


    However, there was one thing she could do.


    ...


    M pondered for a moment.


    On her phone''s ck screen, she typed a long string of green code, creating a virtual ount chatbox. She entered Charlotte''s phone number and sent a message.


    "I''m nning to reveal your identity."


    The response was immediate, as if the other side had been waiting for her message. "What do you mean?"


    “Exactly what it sounds like. I know what you want, and I can help you make a ssh, publicizing your rtionship with Charles."