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    “The mastermind is the daughter of the Reed family?” His dark eyes flickered with a sharp, dangerous glint.


    Edwin stood tall and answered with a respectful nod. “Yes.”


    “Let’s make the Reed Group’s shares take a tumble.” Dn stared coldly, his tone clipped and emotionless, yet every syble hinted at danger.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Edwin straightened up. “Understood, Mr. Scott. Is there anything else you need?”


    “That will be all,” Dn replied curtly.


    Edwin stepped back with careful precision, his head slightly bowed as he moved away from the desk. Reaching the door, he turned to leave, quietly closing the office behind him.


    Thea had dragged her family into disaster by messing with someone Dn valued. It was predictable now—trouble was about to rain down on the Reeds. The Reed Group was doomed.


    In Bayview Estates, Christina had just ordered her staff to get to the bottom of who sent thugs to destroy her car when a sharp knock cut through her concentration.


    She tucked her phone away and went to greet whoever was at the door. Chloe appeared on the doorstep, her smile bright and full of excitement. “Christina!”


    Chloe’s eyesight had gotten a little better now. Fuzzy shapes had started to appear, but she still couldn’t see everything clearly. Maybe it was just luck, maybe something more—she decided not to overthink it. Instead, she focused on making the most of every day.


    “So, what’s got you grinning like that? Something good happened?” Christina asked, running a gentle hand through Chloe’s hair.


    Chloe thrust a tablet into Christina’s hands, practically bouncing. “You need to see this! The two women spewing harsh words from the store? They’ve gone viral!”


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    A voice chat with Ralphy had tipped Chloe off about the juicy gossip. The moment she realized it was those two evil women, she had gotten the butler to pull up the news online before racing over to deliver the story herself.


    Christina scrolled through the articles, each headline more shocking than thest.


    Thea and Katie had been drenched in something unspeakable—judging by the pictures, it was filth. The sight practically sent the smell wafting off the screen.


    That wasn’t the end of it. Their shy sports cars sat useless, every single tire gone, as if someone had stolen everyst bit of their pride and left them drowning in utter humiliation.


    Neither woman dared lift her head, hiding their faces behind trembling hands. Humiliation had pinned them down sopletely that they couldn’t even nce up.


    Journalists stopped short of printing their names, and the license tes vanished beneath a digital blur. Despite those half-hearted attempts at privacy, crowds on the street had already snapped a dozen revealing photos.


    Inte detectives didn’t waste a second. A few hours passed, and Katie’s and Thea’s identities were out in the open, pieced together by relentless strangers online.


    Social media exploded with taunts and theories, everyone eager to dissect the juicy details and point fingers at the mysterious mastermind behind the stunt.


    “Any idea who they pissed off this time? Whoever did this knows how to humiliate without leaving a scratch. Those two won’t get the stink off for weeks, I swear.”


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