Sandra''s face went pale as the taggedments kepting, demanding she tell the truth and stop being intentionally vague.


    Someizens caught on and started digging.


    [So that fall a while back was just a setup to frame Ms. Green?]


    [She brought a photographer and paid for a publicity campaign, and now she''s putting on this show? And she didn''t even say what she was apologizing for.]


    [LOL, her n backfired spectacrly. Faked an injury just to nder Ms. Green and got exposed instead.]


    [I hope Ms. Green sues the hell out of her. People like this need to learn a lesson!]


    [I agree. Make an example of her so other pathetic schemers see the consequences!]


    [Where are all the people who were calling Ms. Green heartless? Your princess brought her own marketing team to spread lies. Come on, defend her now!]


    The vast majority of users were on Hannah''s side, encouraging her to take legal action. Only a small minority suggested that since they were colleagues, they should just let it go.


    Hannah and her friends discussed it for a bit, then moved on, enjoying their meal. They spent the afternoon shopping and singing karaoke, not heading home until it was dark.


    Meanwhile, Sandra was being bombarded with hateful messages andments. She finally deleted the app, unable to take any more.


    She sat on her sofa, her mind racing. Deleting the app wouldn''t solve anything. Hannah had obviously seen the post and sed her colleagues on her.


    Hours had passed, and Hannah hadn''t messaged her, which meant the apology was not epted. But she couldn''t possibly post another one now that would be an


    admission of guilt.


    Frustrated, Sandra decided to go to the Rosenberg estate to see Lionel.


    She was convinced that he had been spending too much time with Hannab and had been swayed by her poisonous words. If they could just sit down and talk, face to face, things would be different.


    She immediately had her driver take her to the estate.


    Just as she arrived, Hannah was also returning home.


    The three of them met in the living room, and the atmosphere instantly turned to ice.


    Hannah strode to the sofa, tossed her bag aside, and sat down, looking up at them.


    "Looks like I came back at a bad time. Should I go back out and give you two some privacy?"


    Sandra gritted her teeth at the sarcastic remark. In her haste to see Lionel, she had forgotten that Hannah would be there.


    “Hannah, I actually came to see you," she said, forcing a smile.


    "Is that so?" Hannah''s gaze shifted


    to Lionel "Then you can go. Head et


    upstairs and give Sandra and


    some space Centert


    Sandra''s smile twitched. "Is it... is it really necessary for Lionel to leave?"


    "What, are you afraid I''ll hit you? You need him here to protect you?"