"Heh. Cowardly? That woman doesn''t know the meaning of fear."


    Cassius let out a cold, mirthlessugh. Whether it was Margaret''s full-blown


    campaign to ruin Ynda''s reputation online—trying to force her out of the entertainment industry-or the way she manipted rumors and public opinion now, none of it was the work of a coward.


    If anything, Margaret was reckless to the point of madness.


    Remington shot a nce at Cedric, who immediately stepped forward and tossed a thick dossier onto the table. "Mr. Miller, I think you should take a look at this."


    Mr. Miller''s suspicions had been mounting for a while. Now, picking up the file, he began to flip through the pages. The further he read, the faster he turned the pages, his expression growing darker with every line.


    The dossier didn''t just identify the main ounts spreading those incriminating photos and videos in thepany''s employee chats. It also included Margaret''s transaction records with those very people-proof of her paying staff to act as fakementators, orchestrating online attacks, and detailed instructions on what to say, how to steer the conversation, and just how far to push it. Every move, every directive, was spelled out in Margaret''s own words.


    Remington''s gaze was cool as he looked at Mr. Miller. "Impressive, Mr. Miller. You run a mediapany, and you''ve raised a daughter worthy of inheriting the family business."


    There was even a trace of a mocking smile in his voice. Mr. Miller, meanwhile, had broken out in a cold sweat.


    "T-this... Margaret must have meant well, I''m sure." The evidence was overwhelming—there was no way to argue Margaret''s innocence. But in Mr. Miller''s mind, while Margaret had clearly lost her head when she started spreading rumors about Remington, all she''d really done was publicize the truth. Surely that couldn''t be so bad?


    He had barely finished speaking when Remington gave a sharp, humorlessugh. "Meant well? Why don''t you exin what kind of good intentions those were?"


    "Margaret and Ste are best friends, aren''t they? She just wanted to help her friend show off a little. Besides, Mr. Dashiell and Ste''s love story is touching-making it public can''t hurt, right? And the wedding..."


    Mr. Miller was still rambling on when Remington suddenly cut him off, his voice turning icy.


    "Enough! Seems it''s not just Ms. Miller-now even Mr. Miller wants to arrange my marriage for me!"


    Mr. Miller was startled. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying Mr. Dashiell and Ste aren''t-?"


    He turned to look at Ste, confused as to why Remington was so furious.


    Ste kept her head down, unable to meet Mr. Miller''s eyes. But desperate not to get dragged into the mess herself, she bit her lifted her head, and blurted out


    you think. Reginate


    anxiously Unclet''s really not what never let go of his ex-wife-he''s been trying to win her back all this time. There''s nothing going on between me and Remington, nothing at all. You all misunderstood..."


    As soon as Ste finished, Mr. Miller''s face changed.


    No wonder Remington had burst in ready for a confrontation. No wonder Ste''s hands had been shaking when she served tea, and Remington hadn''t spared her even a polite gesture.


    If Remington was still pursuing his ex-wife, then Margaret''s attempts to sway public opinion and force


    Remington into marrying Ste


    weren''t just bold they were


    maniptive and morally


    indefensible.


    The realization hit Mr. Miller like a blow. He''d thought he was prepared for anything,


    but he''d never imagined Margaret could be this brazen.


    No-this foolish.


    Whirling around, his anger boiling over, Mr. Miller stormed toward Margaret. He dragged her out from Mrs Miller arms where she was still sobbing, and pped her Hard across the face.


    "How could you do something like this, Margaret? Have you lost your mind? And


    after all that, you still have the nerve to cry?"