In the eyes of Kelly and the others, Seraphina had fled in defeat. But seeing Linara's worried expression, they were puzzled. "Linara, we humiliated that woman for you. Why aren't you happy?" Kelly asked. "Kelly, I'm worried she'll go back and tattle. If my parents believe her, they'll be mad at me." "Your parents adore you. They'd never side with an outsider over you," Kelly replied, naive as ever. Outsider? I am the outsider, thought Linara. Her heart ached with bitterness at the thought of how her father immediately made her move out of her room when Seraphina asked for it. "You don't know how much my parents like her. She's living in my old room now," she said, her voice trembling as tears welled up. "What?!""That woman took your room?" "Why didn't you tell us sooner? If we had known, we wouldn't have let her off so easily." "No rush," Carmen said with a sinister smile. "We have plenty of time. Anyone who messes with my best friend is playing with fire." … Meanwhile, after leaving the mall, Seraphina took out her phone and looked at the video she had recorded. A cold smile played on her lips. She used a payphone to call a familiar number, a tabloid reporter she had worked with many times in her previous life. This time, she remained anonymous. "I've sent you a video. Make sure this goes viral, no matter what it takes. Ten thousand upfront, another forty when it's done." "No problem." That evening, a secretly filmed video hit the internet. In it, a wealthy heiress made disparaging remarks about how poor people didn't deserve to wear their brand's clothes. Even more shocking was another heiress who claimed that poor people would pollute her family's mall. Though the media blurred the faces, it didn't take long for the internet sleuths to identify them. One comment read, 'This is Baynard Mall, owned by the Gardner Family in Pyrin. The heiress actually said poor people would pollute their mall. Why not put up a sign at the entrance?' 'What a trashy mall.' 'Baynard Mall has been a staple in Pyrin for years. I didn't know they looked down on people like this. Making money off us while insulting us behind our backs? Unbelievable.' 'Thomson brand clothing? I guess I'm not worthy of wearing them." 'I thought it was some prestigious brand. Turns out it's Thomson. I was planning to buy their latest line, but I guess I'm too low-class for that."'I was also going to buy Thomson's new collection, but I saw the news just in time. Imagine getting thrown out, how embarrassing! Thomson is way too posh for me.' 'Boycott Thomson and Baynard Mall.' 'Yeah, let's boycott them. Let's see how high and mighty they are without us customers.' 'Agreed. Let's all boycott them.' … As the issue gained traction and heated discussion online, the call to boycott grew louder and louder. Many netizens, already harboring resentment toward the wealthy, were incensed by the arrogant and insulting remarks made by Kelly and Abigail. This outrage spread like wildfire. With social media amplifying the message, more and more ordinary people became aware of the incident. The world had always had more common folk than rich elites, and it showed in the overwhelming tide of condemnation. Even those few voices defending the wealthy were drowned out by the masses.Seraphina scrolled through the comments, her satisfaction growing as the backlash exceeded her expectations. She lay back in bed, a contented smile on her lips, as if already dreaming of the spectacle that tomorrow would bring. The next morning, as the stock market opened, the shares of both the Gardner Family and the Thomson Family plummeted. The sharp decline showed no signs of stopping, threatening to hit the limit down. Both families' heads were furious when they traced the source of the scandal back to their daughters. At Gardner Residence, Damarion Gardner, Abigail's father, slapped Abigail across the face. "I don't expect you to contribute to the family business, but can't you at least be smart about what you say? Do I need to teach you common sense?" Abigail's eyes filled with tears as she held her swollen cheek. "Dad, what did I do wrong?" Her father's sudden attack and scolding left her feeling deeply wronged."You think you're the one who should feel wronged?" Damarion fumed, his rage barely contained. His wife, Aubriana Mullen, quickly stepped in to intervene, her voice gentle and soothing. "Dear, tell me what Abigail did wrong, and I'll discipline her. Please, don't get yourself worked up." Damarion looked at his soft-spoken wife, his anger subsiding slightly. "It's your constant pampering that's spoiled her and made her reckless. Do you even know the mess she's caused?" He tossed his phone to her. "See for yourself what nonsense she's been spouting." Aubriana's brows furrowed as she read the screen. The sight of their family business' plummeting stock price made her understand her husband's fury. "What did I even say wrong?" Abigail protested, snatching the phone from her mother. Her face turned beet red as she read the content, especially the vicious comments from netizens cursing her and her family to the nth degree.Seething, she threw the phone across the room. "These people are insane! I wasn't insulting them. I was talking about that adopted girl from the Whitewood Family. What does it have to do with them?" Hearing his daughter's foolish words, Damarion raised his hand again in anger. Abigail closed her eyes in fear. At the sight of her swollen cheek, his hand fell back down. Aubriana quickly took his hand, gently lowering it. "Calm down, dear. Now's not the time to blame our daughter. We need to minimize the damage first. What's the plan for handling this at the company?" After she calmed and reasoned with him, Damarion regained his composure. "We're planning to team up with the Thomson Family to remove the bad news from the internet. We need to bury this news and minimize the damage to our business." Aubriana shook his head. "That wouldn't be wise." "Why not?" "Abigail's words hit a nerve with these people. Right now, everyone's riled up. Deleting comments abruptly might backfire, fueling extremists to latch onto this issue. The best course now is to let it be. People have short memories online; they'll likely forget about it after some time." "We can't afford that. The impact is too significant. The company's stock price hit the limit down today because of this. If we don't act promptly, it could continue to plummet, and the shareholders will be up in arms." "Just leaving it like this won't work either. We can redirect their attention," Aubriana suggested, eyeing Abigail. "What did you just say about the Whitewood Family's adopted daughter?"