Tina paced across her lavish penthouse, the sharp clack of her heels echoing through the room. Her fingers gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She had been waiting—no, expecting—to see Lyla drowning in public shame by now. Instead, what she saw made her stomach churn with rage.
Every article, every negative post had vanished like smoke. Instead of backlash, Lyla was receiving sympathy. To make things worse, Crystal Miller had publicly shown support, along with Mina and several elite figures. It was as if Lyla had an untouchable shield around her.
Her phone rang, snapping her out of her fuming thoughts. She snatched it up and barked, "What?!"
Her assistant's trembling voice came through. "M-Miss Tina, there's a huge problem."
Tina's jaw clenched. "Another one?"
