The room was filled with anger, their voices harsh and cutting. “You’re not even hurt! You can’t call yourself a victim!” one of them shouted furiously. “You and Serena are sisters, yet you’re the complete opposite of her. She’s gentle and kind, while you’re cruel and heartless. You’ve done nothing but embarrass her!” Liza let out a cold snort, her eyes sharp as she responded, “If Serena is truly so gentle and kind, why would she manipulate all of you into committing murder? If that’s the case, then your injuries aren’t my responsibility—they’re hers. She’s the one who should answer for them.” Her words struck a nerve, and the group’s expressions turned even darker. Their faces twisted with rage as they nearly exploded. “Shut up!” one of them screamed. “Don’t you dare insult Serena! We’re proud to take revenge for her!” “You’re not worthy of being her sister! Just die already! Once you’re gone, no one will stand in her way!” “We’d gladly kill for Serena!” another added with a crazed determination. The girl, despite her injuries, struggled to sit up in bed, her face contorted in anger. “Why are you still alive? Serena wanted you dead, and yet here you are, daring to defy her!” Liza’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. She had gotten exactly what she wanted. Slowly, she rose from her seat, her calm demeanor contrasting with the chaos around her. “Wake up,” she said, her voice steady but cutting. “You’re nothing more than pawns to Serena. She’s using you for her own gain. Even if you were to die for her, she wouldn’t care. But don’t take my word for it—keep believing her lies if you want.” The group erupted into a frenzy, their curses and insults filling the air. “B*tch!” someone screamed, their voice cracking with fury. They had convinced themselves that Liza was the one responsible for their injuries and disfigurement. Their plan had been to extort her, to use her guilt as a way to escape their own mistakes and live comfortably. The thought that Liza had turned the tables on them was unbearable. Liza, unbothered by their outbursts, casually glanced at them. Her work here was done. Every word they had shouted, every confession they had made, was recorded. Without another word, she turned to leave. As she reached the door, she paused, looking over her shoulder. Her voice was cold, but there was a faint trace of mockery in her tone. “Let’s see how this ends,” she said. “Will Serena come to your rescue? Or will she abandon you and deny any connection to you at all?” With that, she walked out, leaving the room heavy with the weight of her words. … Outside the room, George sighed in exasperation. "President, it's just a ring. We can easily get a new one."With Gavin’s wealth, he could buy an entire gold mine, let alone replace a simple ring. Without looking up, Gavin replied coolly, “It’s not just any ring. It’s hers.” This ring wasn’t just a gift—it was the first present he had ever given Liza as Gavin. A rare smile played on his lips, and his eyes shone with quiet satisfaction. “She cherishes it. Even when it meant risking injury, she refused to let it go.” George nodded earnestly. “That’s what we call a true token of love!” Then, after a moment of thought, he added with mock seriousness, “But President, the ring is scratched and dirty now. If the token of love is damaged, does that mean the relationship might face trouble too? Maybe even a quarrel—or worse, divorce?” Gavin’s expression darkened instantly. “George.” “Yes, President?” “Do you not want your salary anymore?” Gavin asked, his tone flat but menacing. George fell silent, mentally berating himself. The president was truly petty, threatening his pay over a harmless joke! It was no wonder Liza had called him a bastard. That evening, Liza headed upstairs for a relaxing shower before logging into social media. With a cold smirk, she posted: [Instigating minors to commit crimes. Such an idol is nothing but the scum of society. @Serena.] While Serena was scrambling to bury the incident, Liza made sure it was laid bare for the world to see. The truth about Serena would finally come to light. Satisfied, Liza turned off her phone and went to bed, unconcerned about the chaos her post would cause. Meanwhile, Miles, known for his unshakable credibility, released a statement online confirming that the five attackers were diehard fans of Serena. The revelation caused an uproar.[Why would someone like Miles release this kind of news?] [Could he be doing it for Liza? Miles , a man so aloof and untouchable, standing up for her? I’m so jealous!] [They say Miles is not only rich but also incredibly handsome. Be still, my heart!] Social media was ablaze with admiration for Miles and condemnation for Serena. By morning, the story had gone viral. News of Serena’s fans attacking her sister, Liza, spread like wildfire. Major corporations quickly severed ties with the Sinclair Family and Brandon. Overnight, contracts were terminated, leaving Serena’s reputation in tatters. Liza woke up feeling invigorated and at peace. In stark contrast, Serena had endured a sleepless night filled with anguish. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her pale face bore the marks of stress. She looked haggard and unrecognizable. “Serena, you must take care of yourself,” Madam Victoria pleaded, her voice full of concern. Serena’s eyes burned with fury as she clenched her fists. “Liza! That b*tch!” Her voice trembled with rage. “Why would she expose this? Does she want to destroy me completely?” Slamming her fists against the table, she continued, “Now every deal has been canceled. The company is in shambles. She’s trying to ruin me!” Gritting her teeth, she seethed, “This wasn’t even my fault! It was those idiotic fans who acted recklessly! How can anyone blame me for their actions? Does an idol have to take responsibility for everything their fans do?” Her voice cracked under the weight of her anger. “I should have gotten rid of her when I had the chance. She’s nothing but a plague, just like her mother was. That b*tch should’ve joined her mother in hell!”