Online, the conversation around Chloe grew even more fervent. Before, when people had only heard her name, they were curious about her appearance. Now, after seeing her photos and learning of her capabilities, a sense of awe was quickly replacing simple curiosity. On the television screen, news reports detailed the dramatic events at Lewis Group. Chloe's photo appeared prominently as the story of her ascent to leadership continued to spread like wildfire. Vincent stared at the elegant face on the screen, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. Slowly, that smile faded. What was now playing on his television was raw footage from inside the Lewis Group gala—footage that was supposed to have been scrubbed clean. It played clearly before him. The clip showed the moment Monique broke free from the police officer's grip, lunged for a wine glass, shattered it, and charged at Chloe with the jagged stem. Just as the glass shard was about to connect, a figure intervened at the critical moment. Watching Monique get kicked away by the man, seeing Chloe emerge unharmed, the icy tension in Vincent's eyes eased, but only slightly. "Sir, should we... handle it directly...?" A man in a dark suit stepped forward, drawing a finger slowly across his own throat. Vincent's expression remained cold. His eyes were fixed on the screen where Monique was being hauled to her feet by the police. He was silent for a long moment before speaking. "Death would be a mercy she doesn't deserve. She needs a proper welcome. After all the evil she's done, she should experience what true retribution feels like." "Understood," the bodyguard acknowledged with a nod and left to execute the order. In the spacious, quiet room, only Vincent and the glowing television remained. His gaze returned to the screen, this time focusing intently on the hand that had been wrapped protectively around Chloe. ***** Chloe surveyed the layout of the room and let out a soft sigh. How had she never noticed before? The layout of Eugene's suite was strikingly similar to the one two doors down—her own. Eugene returned personally with a first-aid kit and began selecting the supplies. "I can manage," Chloe offered, attempting to halt his movements. He seemed not to hear her. He pulled a chair over and began carefully cleaning the abrasion on her shoulder."Don't take risks like that again," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If someone needs to be dealt with, just say the word." Chloe initially considered retorting, but hearing the firm resolve in his voice, she chose silence, allowing him to tend to the wound. From their perch on the sofa, Robert and Oralia, who had been sitting ramrod straight, exchanged a glance and swallowed hard in perfect unison. Wow. Mom, since when are you so... compliant? Chloe, since when are you so... gentle? Oralia and Robert looked at each other again, their faces mirroring the same shock. It was as if they had stumbled into a parallel universe. Their expressions slowly morphed into identical, knowing smiles. Once Eugene had finished and secured the bandage, he paused. Chloe noticed his expression had grown serious. Bruce entered the room at that moment. Chloe adjusted her sleeve back into place and asked casually, "How is Zachary?" Bruce walked in, gave Eugene a brief nod, and replied, "Ms. Lewis, Zachary's condition is stable. The surgery was a success, and the long-term effects are expected to be minimal." Hearing this, Chloe took a moment before responding. "Thank you." Bruce nodded and then turned his attention to Eugene. "Mr. Rosewood, there's an update. Monique has had a psychological break." At this, both Robert and Oralia looked up from the sofa. Monique had gone insane. She was guilty of multiple felonies, with all the evidence meticulously documented. Even the disabled Lewis family servant she had harmed had given a damning testimony. She was facing life in prison. But before the formal trial could begin, shortly after being taken into custody, she lost her mind. No one knew exactly what had triggered it. She kept screaming that she was terrified, that people were coming for her, seeking revenge. It wasn't long before she completely fractured mentally. "She broke that fast? Is it possible she's faking it?" Oralia frowned, skeptical. "Maybe she's putting on an act to get an insanity plea or a cushier facility.""Our people have verified it," Bruce said, lowering his voice. "The break is genuine, almost certainly triggered by severe psychological trauma. We couldn't maintain a 24/7 watch once she was in state custody. Something must have happened during that window to push her over the edge." Oralia slumped back lazily into the sofa cushions and muttered, "That witch got off too easy. After all the vile things she did, she should have faced every consequence the law had to offer."