After furiously tapping the screen for what felt like an eternity, the phone remained stubbornly unresponsive, frozen as if in protest. With an exasperated sigh, Seraphina sighed and casually tossed it onto the bed, deciding it wasn't worth her energy. Moments later, as she was calmly rubbing face cream into her skin, the peace was abruptly shattered. A cacophony of notification chimes erupted like an unending fireworks display, filling the room with an incessant clamor. The barrage showed no signs of stopping. What on earth is happening?! Her expression morphed into sheer confusion as she grabbed the phone. The moment the screen lit up, she was greeted by an avalanche of alerts flooding her Twitter account. Notifications and private messages poured in at a speed that left her completely stunned. Who am I? What is this place? What chaos have I unleashed? These existential questions swirled in her mind as she stared, utterly bewildered. Had my rookie account somehow stirred up something monumental without me realizing it?Once the deluge of messages finally stopped and her phone finally regained some semblance of normalcy, Seraphina hesitantly unlocked the screen. She couldn't help but gape at the endless stream of corporate accounts tagging her—one after another. What in the world is happening here?!!! Completely stunned and disoriented, she couldn't help but feel a little unmoored by the sudden attention. And it wasn't just her who was taken aback. The public was equally flustered. Corporate official accounts from all corners seemed to join in the frenzy, retweeting her post as if it were the latest viral sensation. The pace of it was so relentless that it seemed anyone who didn't participate was falling behind. Netizens, too, were left wide-eyed and in awe, caught off guard by the sheer scale of it all. They were utterly thrown off balance! 'Did Miss Seraphina from the Whitewood family strike some secret deal with all these corporations?' 'Who even is this Miss Seraphina, and how does she command such overwhelming support from these industry giants?' 'This saga has been the juiciest gossip lately, but my curiosity is fixated on the mystery of Miss Seraphina herself.' 'She's clearly a high-society gem—having such influential backers proves it!' 'But without solid proof, it's hard to fully buy into all this. Legal matters like this are tricky to navigate.' 'Seriously, the comment above reeks of negativity. If she's stepping forward so confidently, there's no doubt she has the facts to back her claims. From what I know, Andrew is a man of integrity—he wouldn't risk speaking out recklessly.' 'Exactly! The Whitewood family might be a prominent name in Pyrin, but they're not influential enough for anyone to risk tarnishing their own reputation just to shield the Whitewood's daughter.' 'You never know, though. The corporate world is murky, full of hidden motives. There could be all sorts of hidden agendas at play.' The online chatter was a noisy battlefield of opinions. While some rallied behind the thrill of the drama, others firmly rejected the idea of a grand conspiracy. Voices from all sides clashed in a whirlwind of speculation. Meanwhile, at the hospital, the Lewis family had also caught wind of the news, scrolling through Seraphina's viral post and the cascade of retweets from influential corporations and industry tycoons. Mrs. Lewis' nerves were frayed as she paced the room. "Seraphina is threatening to drag us to court! What are we supposed to do now?" Landon, however, appeared entirely unfazed. With a casual shrug, he smirked and said, "Relax. She's just putting on a show to scare us. If she actually had proof, she'd have exposed it outright. This whole Twitter spectacle? Pure PR theatrics." Though Mrs. Lewis was completely baffled by terms like "Twitter" and "PR stunt," she chose to latch onto her son's unshaken confidence. Surely, his judgment was spot-on—or so she hoped. Yvonne's brows furrowed in frustration. "We can't waste any time. I'll reach out to the Whitewood Group directly and secure the payment immediately." "Make sure it's 500,000—don't let them lowball us," Mrs. Lewis chimed in, her voice laced with stern insistence. Annoyance flickered in Yvonne's eyes, but she kept her frustration to herself. Right now, there was no room for arguments—she had to salvage whatever she could. Deep down, regret gnawed at her. If only they had accepted the initial offer of 100,000, they wouldn't be in this desperate position. Thirty minutes later, she walked back into the room, her expression grim, her efforts fruitless. "Well? Did they agree to the terms? If they won't budge, we'll settle for 400,000," Mrs. Lewis said, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Irritated, Yvonne shoved her aside and stormed toward a nearby chair, dropping into it with an exasperated sigh. "400,000? They won't budge. Not a single cent." Mrs. Lewis, feeling helpless, asked in confusion, "If they refuse, what are we supposed to do?" Landon's expression turned cold, his voice laced with malice. "Then we go nuclear—release the video and audio recordings for everyone to see."