"Boyfriend? Didn''t you see the news? That''s Lionel and Sandra! They''re ridiculously rich! I''m so envious!"


    Listening to the whispers of awe and envy from the crowd, Sandra felt herself swoon. If only she hadn''t listened to everyone else back then and had married Lionel from the start, none of this would be happening.


    Lionel carried her to the curb, hailed a taxi, and headed for the hospital.


    From a Maserati parked nearby, Hannah sat in the passenger seat, watching the entire scene with a nk expression. In the driver''s seat, Yves nced from the taxi back to her, then leaned curiously over the steering wheel.


    "Hey, isn''t that your husband? Carrying another woman off in broad daylight," he teased.


    "I''m not blind," Hannah said, sitting up straight. "Mr. Lancaster, this is a golden opportunity for Keystone Group. You shouldn''t be wasting your time on gossip when there''s business to be done."


    Yves blinked in confusion.


    "He just made a public spectacle of himself," she exined. "Shouldn''t someone make it go viral? Let the world know that the esteemed Mrs. Rosenberg is out on dates with other men? Send the Rosenberg family into a PR nightmare, watch their stock plummet."


    She didn''t know the ins and outs of corporate marketing, but she''d seen enough news to know that scandals like this could cripple apany. Once the world found out Lionel was married yet still entangled with Sandra, the Rosenberg family''s reputation would be in tatters.


    Yves swallowed hard and straightened up, looking at her properly. There wasn''t a trace of pain in her eyes-only a chilling, exhrating excitement.


    "Hannah... he''s your husband," he reminded her gently. "The man you''ve loved for eight years."


    "Haven''t you heard, Mr. Lancaster? After Sandra''s brother died, Lionel made me sign divorce papers to cheer her up. Our eight years together, our three years of


    manage was all justa tel


    it


    appease his little lover." She


    recounted the story that had once shattered her, her voice now


    unnervingly calm.


    "He doesn''t care about any of this anymore, so why should I? What does loving him for eight years matter? It''s better to use it to secure my position at Keystone Group."


    Yves pursed his lips. Seeing the iron


    resolve in her eyes, he nodded. "Alright, then. Thank you. And don''t you worry. As long as Keystone Groups standing and you don''t ask to leave, I won''t let anyone poach you." He grinned. "Perfect timing, us running into each other. How about we grab a drink to celebrate?"


    "Deal."


    The next day, the story of Sandra and Lionel at the za was all over the inte: Just as Hannah had suggested, Yves had his team amplify the narrative, painting Hannah as the vicious other woman who had pushed an innocent victim down the stairs.


    As expected, the video went viral, and thements were brutal.


    [OMG, what a disgusting homewrecker! How dare she interfere in a rich family''s marriage!]


    [Mistresses like her should get the death penalty. Shameless bitch! Why don''t you just die!]


    [Team Lionwood forever! Does anyone know where this other woman works? Let''s dox her and get her fired!]


    At the Rosenberg Group, Lionel''s face grew darker with everyment he read. "Mr. Rosenberg, we... we can''t get the story taken down!"