Chapter 253

"I'll cover all company losses, Evelyn."

Evelyn Sullivan tapped her fingers on the desk, her gaze icy. "Transfer the funds today, Simon. Next time, hand in your resignation."

Simon Reynolds' face darkened, veins bulging at his temples. "Don't worry, Evelyn. I won't forget this."

"See that you don't."

The office door slammed shut. Simon clenched his fists, malice churning in his eyes. One day, he'd take control of MY Fashion Group and make those bitches beg for mercy.

The afternoon sun glared as Sophia Reynolds burst in without knocking.

"Evelyn! Check the trending topics!"

Her phone screen displayed three explosive hashtags:

#Rising Designer Assaulted in Public#

#Identity of Attacker Exposed#

#The Feud Between the Sisters#

A shaky video clearly captured Evelyn's slap. The comments section was flooded:

[The champion designer was attacked while still recovering from her leg injury! Where's justice?]

[The attacker is the Jackson family's long-lost bastard child!]

[High school dropout trash jealous of her talented sister.]

[Heard she served tea at the competition. How pathetic!]

Sophia trembled with rage. "I'm calling PR right now!"

"Don't." Evelyn turned off the screen, her pen slashing across a document. "I'll handle it."

Two hours later, her phone buzzed incessantly. Unknown numbers flooded her inbox with hate messages. Evelyn removed the battery and continued reviewing quarterly reports.

At the Jackson mansion, Isabella Jackson lounged while scrolling through comments. Each refresh brought dozens more insults against Evelyn. Smirking, she clicked the latest trend: #Doxxing in Progress#.

A call from Ethan Sullivan suddenly flashed on her screen. Isabella's smile froze, her finger hovering over the answer button.