Before Chloe could say another word, two uniformed officers from the cyber investigation unit stepped forward. One held out a document. "Ms. Jennifer Williams, we have confirmed you hired trolls to stir up public opinion and slander others. Please come with us to cooperate." The moment Jennifer saw the official paperwork, real fear gripped her. "It wasn't me! You've got the wrong person! How... how could I possibly do something like that?" Jennifer protested, her voice soft and trembling, putting on a perfect show of fragile innocence. The officer wasn't having it. He presented the evidence, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This private account transferred five million to a marketing firm to fabricate scandals and push topics to trending. The agency in question has already been shut down. The person in charge confessed everything." His voice was hard. "Ms. Williams, this isn't a request. It's a notice. Your actions constitute a crime. You need to cooperate with our investigation." "How can this be? Jennifer, what have you done?" Madilyn cried out, utterly shocked. She couldn't believe Jennifer had been this foolish, this reckless. Faced with the cold, hard evidence and the word "crime," Jennifer really panicked. "I... I... Chloe, it's a misunderstanding! Please, let me explain..." Jennifer moved closer to Chloe, lowering her voice, adopting a humble posture, and trying to whisper her way out of the situation. Her plan was simple: in front of everyone, if she acted meek and vulnerable, she could provoke Chloe into losing her temper and arguing with her. Then she could play the victim—the poor, powerless woman being bullied by the powerful Chloe. So what if she'd messed up a little? She was just venting, just pushing back. She'd seen those photos and jumped to a conclusion—was that really such a crime? Unfortunately for Jennifer, her fantasy shattered almost instantly.She had barely leaned in, her sentence not even finished, when Chloe's hand shot out and slapped her—hard across the face. There was no provocation, no warning. Chloe just hit her. The force was stunning, so sharp it brought tears to Jennifer's eyes. Chloe had actually hit her. In public. In front of so many people. And right in front of Arthur. For a split second, a spark of excitement ignited in Jennifer's chest. Perfect. Chloe was playing right into her hands. Now public opinion would surely crush her. Except—why did this bitch's slap hurt so much? It felt stronger than most men could hit. With seemingly minimal effort, Chloe had made her cry from the pain alone. Jennifer's hand trembled as she touched her cheek. The five finger marks burned like fire. She kept rubbing her face, fat tears now rolling freely down her cheeks."Chloe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offended you," Jennifer sobbed. Chloe had just publicly slapped her—the picture of a bully wielding her power. Even if she, a humble girl, fought back a little, so what? Chloe'd be shamed by everyone. Her fans would stand up for her. Let's see how Chloe handled that backlash. The red welt on Jennifer's cheek was stark. When Arthur saw it, his heart clenched. He'd never seen Jennifer struck like that. Chloe's bare-handed violence felt excessive. "Chloe, you shouldn't have—" Arthur stepped forward to speak up for Jennifer, but before he could finish his sentence, Chloe's hand swung again without a moment's hesitation—this time connecting hard with his face. "Ah!" A woman's scream came from the scene, along with the crowd's gasps. The force of the blow spun Arthur halfway around. He staggered, nearly falling. "Arthur!" Jennifer shrieked, her eyes wide with disbelief.Arthur was in shock. Chloe had slapped him—cleanly, decisively, without a second thought. It felt like a hit she'd been saving up. He came back to his senses and touched his left cheek. It burned fiercely. He didn't need a mirror to know the handprint was deep. It was the first time he'd ever been hit—and it hurt like hell. The force was really something. Most men couldn't generate that kind of force. So how could Chloe? She'd delivered two powerful slaps in a row without even a change in her breathing. Since when was Chloe this strong? While Arthur and Jennifer were reeling from the shock, Chloe remained perfectly calm, her expression unruffled. After slapping Arthur, she blew lightly on her fingertips, as if brushing off something dirty and disgusting. "Arthur, I've been giving you face up until now." Chloe's voice was icy. Her gaze held nothing but pure contempt for him. "I warned you before. Pull that crap in front of me again, and I won't hold back." "Chloe, how dare you!" Madilyn, seeing her son struck in front of everyone, rushed forward to confront Chloe—only to be stopped dead in her tracks by Chloe's frosty, piercing stare.