Mr. Greg stared at me in disbelief when I actually used Wesley to threaten him. But he was still the Alpha of the Imperial Pack. His eyes shifted, and the next second, he put on a much gentler face. "Raelynn, let’s not get upset. We can talk things through. I’m not trying to stop you from being with Aiden just to make trouble. I’m only worried you’ll end up with the wrong kind of man." "I know exactly who’s right or wrong for me. If you still want me to treat Wesley, then don’t interfere in my relationship with Aiden." I threw that out and turned to head upstairs. "Raelynn," Mr. Greg called out to me, letting out a heavy sigh. "I understand. I won’t push you anymore. As for Wesley... I do hope you’ll help him recover." I didn’t say anything else. I knew perfectly well this was just a stalling tactic. He might be backing off for now, but once Wesley is better, he’ll find another way to get between me and Aiden. Still, as long as Wesley needed me, he wouldn’t dare move too openly. For now, I had some breathing room. "Alright. I’ll do my best. But before that, I suggest you figure out who was behind everything that happened today." At the mention of that, Mr. Greg’s brows furrowed. "I’ve already looked into it. It was the Whitemoon Pack pulling strings behind the scenes. Looks like their business got too big—now they think they can lay a finger on my granddaughter!" "I don’t care about being framed. What matters is that Wesley was actually hurt. I hope you’ll punish the people responsible. Consider it an apology to Wesley." With that, I turned and went back to my room. The next morning, I headed straight to Wesley’s hospital room and found him lying in bed scrolling through Twitter. "Raelynn, did you see what’s trending on Twitter?" Wesley waved me over as soon as I walked in. I had barely opened my phone before a headline popped up. Raelynn caught wearing cheap knockoffs: bold statement or broke girl pretending? The post had a photo of my black dress, along with images of me shopping and the receipt.The caption spelled it out clearly: “This dress was designed by Jenny, a world-renowned designer. Only one exists in the entire world, and it was never made available to the public. That means what Raelynn wore must have been a fake!” I clicked my tongue. They really kept the receipts, huh. "Raelynn, you bought that dress with me. Should I post something to clarify things?" Wesley looked guilty. "If I hadn’t insisted you get it, none of this would’ve happened." "It wouldn’t help. They’d just use you to stir up more gossip and probably drag your name through the mud too." I laid it out clearly. Wesley nodded. "So who do you think is behind this?" I smiled. "On the surface, it looks like they’re targeting me, but the real target is Imperial Pack. I just arrived in Capital City and already someone’s coming for me. Do you think this was just two jealous girls acting alone?" Wesley blinked, then suddenly got it. "You’re right." "They probably spread the gossip together, and then people who already hated Imperial Pack fanned the flames and blew it all up." Wesley’s eyes turned dark. "I’m telling Grandpa. We’re going to find out who started this." "No need. This is going to be an easy one." He looked surprised. "Why?" I didn’t explain. Instead, I pulled a laptop from my tote bag. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I tapped in. "You’re... hacking into their systems?" Wesley was practically gaping. I kept going, deeper into the network. Even though the social media accounts only had general address data and no personal info, I still managed to dig up everything—names, locations, even payment records. Looking at the sloppy digital trail, I clicked my tongue. "Pathetic. Don’t even know how to hide basic personal data." Wesley was frozen. "Wait... are you a hack—?"I couldn’t help but chuckle. "Let’s drop the suspense. Yeah, I’m a hacker." He stared at me in awe for a long beat, then muttered, "You’re incredible, Raelynn. A wine expert and a hacker. You’re amazing." "Save the praise for later. Don’t distract me right now." I went back to my work while Wesley scrolled Twitter in silence. Finally, I gathered everything I needed. "Got it. Just as I suspected—these accounts have had financial transactions with Whitemoon Pack and Cyclone Pack in the past two days. Looks like they paid them to stir up trouble." My eyes narrowed. "What’s odd is... I couldn’t trace who actually sparked the initial rumors. Could my instincts be off?" Wesley saw the look on my face and tried to reassure me. "If your gut says something’s off, it probably is." His sudden soft tone made me pause. "You’re being weird. This isn’t like you. You’re never this nice." I squinted at him. Wesley cleared his throat. "I just think you’re really capable. I’m not trying to flatter you for no reason. Anyway, what are you going to do? You’re not just going to let people keep saying this crap about you, right?" "Of course not," I said casually. "So? What’s the plan?" I didn’t answer. I just opened a folder on my computer, pulled out an image file, and pasted it directly into one of the trending threads. Within seconds, the post exploded and shot to the top of the charts. The comment section was flooded with shock. "Wait—Raelynn designed that dress?" "She’s Jenny? The designer Jenny? No way!" "Raelynn is unbelievable. Is there anything she can’t do?" "This isn’t just talent—this is next-level!"