Chapter 443
Bianca Savigny's fingers flew across the tablet screen as trending hashtags refreshed rapidly. Her voice was laced with urgency as she explained the situation.
"Give it to me."
Sebastian Valdemar extended his hand, his gaze icy. The chilling aura around him made Bianca instinctively hand over the tablet.
"Bullying?"
His fingertip scrolled through the screen, his expression darkening with each vile comment. The offensive words made his spine stiffen, his jaw clenched tight.
"Master, could it be someone from the inside?" Bianca asked cautiously. "Judging by the camera angle, they were standing very close to you."
Evelyn Roland's eyes darkened as her fingers absently tapped the desk. "Whoever it is, they've picked the wrong target."
Finding the culprit would be easy. But the way they'd deliberately captured Ruby crying, without even blurring her face—it was malicious. The safety of those special children...
"What do you need me to do?"
Sebastian's voice, firm with concern, pulled her back. His intense gaze locked onto her. "The school's surveillance footage is ready whenever you need it."
"Not yet." A cold smile curved Evelyn's lips. "If they want to play with public opinion, I'll give them a show they won't forget."
She hadn't wanted to make a scene, but someone was begging for trouble. Now, they'd reap what they sowed.
"Let's go." She stood, a glint of steel in her eyes. "The real drama is just beginning."
Meanwhile, Scarlett Galatea scrolled through the trending list with satisfaction. The trolls she'd paid handsomely had already stirred chaos, flooding the comments with venom.
"Turn up the heat." She smirked as she messaged the gossip accounts. "I want Evelyn Roland ruined!"
Within two hours, #EvelynRolandAbusesChildren exploded to the top of the trends. The official accounts of Château Blanc and Roland Group were bombarded with furious demands for an apology.
"Serves her right." Scarlett watched the numbers climb, finally allowing herself a triumphant smile. "This is what happens when you steal my projects."
Chaos erupted in Roland Group's PR department. The director burst into Edward Roland's office, beads of sweat on his forehead.
"What?!"
Edward slammed his hands on the desk, rattling the teacup. He quickly created a family group chat—excluding Evelyn—and added everyone.
The moment the messages went through, the chat exploded.
Alexander Roland: Who dares mess with my sister?!
Julian Roland: We're not standing by this time!
Isabella Langley: Should I contact my media friends?
The brothers' messages poured in, each laced with barely contained rage. Edward watched the screen, his expression turning dangerous.
"Investigate." His reply was a single word. "Leave no stone unturned."