Mr. Satan sat beside her, checking his phone for a moment, his brow furrowed deeply. "Are these all really her? Her behavior is beyond my imagination." Emily sighed, "She started dating in middle school. After she went to college, she became more and more outrageous." Mr. Satan murmured, "Like mother, like daughter." "But my adoptive father is a very honest man. I don't understand why Sophia turned out this way. We received the same education and attended the same schools. I've always been puzzled by the huge difference between us." Mr. Satan said, "It's just their nature. It has nothing to do with upbringing or material conditions." He tapped the screen with his finger, "I've found it." "What?" "The IP address of the posts," Mr. Satan said. "These accounts are from the same company. The posts were indeed published simultaneously." Emily was taken aback. "A company? Where would Sophia get the money to hire a company for this?" Mr. Satan squinted at her. "Emily, your understanding of society is still too simple. Women, especially young women, as long as they’re not too ugly, will never have to worry about money." Emily bit her lip, eventually letting out a sigh. "There are two options now," Mr. Satan said. "One is to ruin Sophia’s reputation." Emily turned to him. "And the other?" Mr. Satan’s voice lowered, "Ruin her reputation and make her disappear from this world." Emily was startled. "You..." "I have my ways. Don't worry. I'm just asking for your opinion. Which path do you choose?" Mr. Satan's focus returned to the screen. "I recommend the second option. Fighting against an evil person is one thing, but dealing with a stupid evil person is just disgusting. It's better to solve it once and for all and save yourself the trouble in the future." Emily was silent. "You didn't object, so the second option it is."Emily quickly grabbed his arm. "Can’t we spare her?" "You still want to help her?" "I'm not trying to help her. It's because of my adoptive father," Emily said, troubled. "He only has her as a child. His health isn't good, and he can't have more children. Sophia deserves punishment, but let’s not kill her." Mr. Satan sighed heavily. "Alright..." …… That night, while warmth and intimacy filled the Hilton Hotel, the neon-lit chaos of nightclubs carried on elsewhere. Sophia, with heavy smoky eye makeup and a sequined strapless minidress, sat on the lap of a fat man, letting him touch her. The man weighed at least over two hundred pounds, like a mountain of flesh, occupying the entire seat. He wore a lecherous smile, deliberately spilling alcohol on Sophia’s chest before offering to wipe it. Sophia giggled and pushed him away, "Sam, don’t..." "What do you mean, don’t?" Sam chuckled wickedly. "Don’t what? This or that..." Sophia held back her disgust, resisting the urge to vomit on him. Earlier, Chloe had briefed her, "This Sam has a powerful background. He might not be much himself, but his mother-in-law is a major financier in America." Sophia was stunned. "Mother-in-law? He’s married?" Chloe rolled her eyes. "Do you even care if he’s married? Nathan was married too, and you didn’t mind." "I mean...if his mother-in-law finds out he’s seeing other women, she might stop supporting him. What good would that do me?" Chloe held a glass of amber liquid, swirling the remaining undissolved white powder at the bottom. "Sam’s wife is a lesbian. Do you understand?" "...Huh?" "Huh what? In short, he’s a cover for his wife. Because of this, his mother-in-law treats him well, giving him money to run a company. He always cheats, and his mother-in-law pretends not to know, as long as they don’t divorce."Sophia looked at Sam’s obese body, scornful of his mother-in-law’s taste. "She’s so rich. Why didn’t her daughter find a handsome guy?" "Who knows? Rich people think differently," Chloe patted her shoulder. "Just remember, if you want to rise again, you need him. Vincent might be powerful, but fighting a financier is tough. As long as you hook Sam, you’ll get what you want." Sophia nodded. She suddenly thought of a question and turned to Chloe. "You’re giving up such a good man to me?" It wasn’t that she doubted Chloe’s friendship, but she knew Chloe valued interests far more than emotions. Chloe downed the contents of her glass and lit a cigarette. "He’s too brutal in bed. A short time is fine, but no one can stand him for long. I’ve gotten what I need from him." Sophia understood. However, it was difficult for her pride to accept having to please a man for money. She was an Ivy League graduate; how could she stoop to flatter such a sleazy man? Thinking about it made Sophia nauseous. But Chloe’s words echoed in her ears. She had hit rock bottom; Nathan was in jail, and Logan had kicked her out. If she wanted to survive Emily and Vincent’s attacks, she needed a backer to strike back eventually. With this in mind, she put on a fake smile and approached Sam. Sophia’s looks weren’t outstanding, relying heavily on makeup. Fortunately, her figure was decent, and she had a few angles resembling Emily. When she willingly sat on Sam’s lap, his face lit up with surprise. "Miss, you are..." "I’m your woman."