Thanks to Yves and Quennel''s intervention, the video had already been taken down, and the hashtag had been blocked several times.


    Sandra suspected someone was helping Hannah, but she wasn''t sure who. She was just d she still had some cash left over from selling the ne.


    She contacted the marketingpany and told them to re-upload the video, create new hashtags, and build up the topic again.


    The suppressed content quickly resurfaced.


    Sandra admired her handiwork with satisfaction. People online were so gullible, like single-celled organisms. They believed whatever they saw, whatever they were told. Even if Hannah eventually found proof that it wasn''t her, it wouldn''t matter. A good portion of people would never see the retraction, and even if they did, they''d just assume it was a lie to cover up the truth.


    "It''s over for you, Hannah. You''repletely finished. Let''s see how you get out of this one," Sandra murmured, pleased with the result. The deepfake was almost wless. It was money well spent.


    Sandra closed the app and opened Facebook, intending to see if any of her former colleagues were gossiping about Hannah.


    But there was nothing. Instead, she saw a photo that made her eyes burn.


    It was Hannah''s post from that morning, of the ne in the trash can.


    She clicked on it in disbelief, staring at it, confirming again and again that it was the same ne she had sold.


    Sandra froze for a moment, then lowered her phone and stared up at the sky, her mouth slightly agape.


    That bitch!


    That damn bitch was doing it on purpose! She knew Lionel had made a mistake and posted this just to spite her!


    "Damn it... It''s fine, it''s fine. It''s just a ne," she muttered, her jaw tight. "Your reputation is ruined now anyway in a few weeks, you''ll be divorced, and no man will ever want you! You''re finished, Hannah There''s no one left to protect you!"


    She took a deep breath and started the car, heading for the hospital.


    After dealing with Hannah, she had to take care of that bitch, Cora. A servant''s daughter daring to overstep her bounds-she was an uncultured, lower-ss brat who needed to be taught a lesson.


    At the hospital, Cora was scrolling through her phone while helping her mother pack when she came across Hannah''s video.


    "Mom! Mom, look at this! Holy crap, that bitch got gang-banged! She''s so filthy! Oh my god!"


    Cora shoved the phone in her


    mother''s face, practically shouting with glee. Hahaha, she''s finished Rosenberg finds out


    now! When M


    he''ll definitely divorce her. Wait


    they''re already getting a divorce!


    Hahaha, this is my chance!"


    Lily snatched the phone, her eyes glued to the screen. She watched it over and


    over, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face.


    "Quick, quick, let''s pack up and go


    see Mrs. Rosenberg. I''ll beg her to let you go back to Mr. Rosenberg''s house if you just do what i say, not even Sandra will be a match for you, let alone Hannah!"


    "Okay!"


    The mother-daughter duo excitedly packed their bags and headed for the elevator.


    When the doors opened, they stopped short, staring at the people packed inside.