It was Andres White's own fault for being so blind. Of all the women in the world, he just had to marry Maeve. He deserved it!
Corporate warfare was just that brutal.
Under the crushing weight of negative public opinion, Orca Group's market value began to plummet.
"Mr. Andres, when do we strike back?"
Inside the CEO's office at Orca Group, Hans couldn't bear to look at the continuously tanking stock index.
Even though everything was going according to plan, the evaporated market value was very real.
Andres White didn't seem to care in the slightest. He sat lazily in his executive chair, tapping away on his phone to message his wife.
He was busy making sure she was out of bed.
Did she eat breakfast on time?
Was the breakfast nutritious enough?
And were the two babies kicking up a storm in her belly today?
"I'm not anxious, so why are you?"
After sending the messages, Andres leisurely spun his chair around.
Just then, a notification popped up on his screen. It was a message from Maeve: We've had our fun. It's time to end this farce.
Only then did Andres turn to Hans and give the order, "Reel it in."
Anyone with half a brain could tell that this smear campaign against the Vance Apothecary Face Cream was premeditated.
As soon as Maeve's first product launch wrapped up, Andres had already anticipated this exact fallout.
Rival companies tearing each other down was a tale as old as time in the business world.
He had immediately warned Maeve about the potential backlash so she could be prepared.
Maeve, who had zero patience for dealing with corporate drama, happily dumped the entire mess onto Andres's lap.
And Andres was more than willing to clean up the ensuing trouble for his wife.

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