"Let the world witness how the Whitewood family exploits their power to torment others," Landon fumed, his anger palpable. "People online may be on their side for now, but once they see the truth, they'll have no choice but to change their tune." Mrs. Lewis quickly agreed, her approval evident. "You're right, Landon." Yvonne, her anxiety growing, tried to voice her concerns. "But what if we push them too hard? What if—" Landon snapped before she could finish, his tone sharp. "Stop whining. Are you afraid?" Mrs. Lewis shot a cold glance at her. "Trust your brother, he knows what he's doing." With no way to protest, Yvonne reluctantly watched as Landon uploaded the video. In less than five minutes, it had already been shared tens of thousands of times. Meanwhile, at the Whitewood Residence, Seraphina reclined in the courtyard, savoring a coconut drink while casually browsing through Twitter. A faint smile appeared on her face as she came across Landon's video. So, they couldn't hold back after all. The director of the PR department hesitated at the door, then cautiously spoke up, "Miss Seraphina, we've done exactly as you instructed. However, with the video now out, not only is the Whitewood Group's reputation in jeopardy, but also the companies that backed you. If we don't take swift action, it will be difficult to justify this situation to them." By angering so many influential companies and CEOs, the Whitewood Group was now facing a major crisis. Seraphina leisurely took another sip of coconut juice, then looked up at him with a frosty expression. "Just wait." The director of PR hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable, before finally speaking, "But... this might not be the best approach." With a sharp laugh, Seraphina responded, "Not the best? Take a good look at the words and actions of your staff. Now, that is what's truly unacceptable. I'm honestly curious—how did someone like this end up in the PR department, let alone be assigned to important tasks?" The director, feeling the heat rise in his face, wiped away the sweat forming on his brow in a panic. "We've taken serious action," he stammered. "She's been suspended without pay." Suspended without pay?! Such a blunder from someone with that level of incompetence only led to a minor penalty? It was clear that the Whitewood Group's internal problems were starting to show. It was no surprise to Seraphina now—her previous life had shown just how far Oberon would go. To keep the Whitewood Group afloat, he had ruthlessly thrown her under the bus, using her as a bargaining chip to secure desperately needed financing. Her lips curled into a cold, contemptuous smile. She refrained from making further comments, dismissing the matter as unworthy of her time. The PR director, observing her silence, discreetly exhaled in relief. Oddly enough, facing Miss Seraphina was far more nerve-wracking than any encounter with Mr. Whitewood. Her gaze alone was unnerving—it carried an uncanny ability to pierce through facades and lay bare one's inner thoughts, an experience that left him on edge every time. At the headquarters of FX Nova Group, Andrew glanced at the barrage of notifications lighting up his screen. Without even reading the messages, he could already sense their contents. Each one was from an anxious partner or business associate, all circling the same issue like vultures around a carcass. "Impatience is their undoing," Lionel remarked with a sly grin. "That young prodigy of yours is something else—sharp as a razor. The ones who dared cross her this time? They're walking right into disaster." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Sharp she may be, but she's still just a kid. And you, her lawyer, kicking back here in the air conditioning like you're on vacation—doesn't seem very professional, does it?" Lionel froze for a beat before throwing his head back in an unrestrained laugh. "Hearing that from you feels downright weird. Seventeen's hardly a child. Back then, you were already sketching out plans for your first company." Andrew shot him a withering glance. "If you've got time to waste here, let me introduce you to a few acquaintances who've been asking for your help." Lionel bolted upright. "No need for that! I'm on my way right now—watching over the little mastermind as we speak!"