The next day, Leilani woke up early to see Callahan off.
At the airport, Callahan checked the time; there was still half an hour before boarding. He turned to look at Leilani. “I’m leaving.”
Leilani nodded. “Yeah. Be safe.”
Callahan suddenly reached out, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight.
“Wait for me. I’ll miss you.” He whispered in her ear.
Leilani let out a soft “Mhm.”
Callahan let go of her, ruffled the top of her hair, and turned to walk toward the security checkpoint. Leilani stood there, watching his back disappear into the crowd, the corners of her lips unconsciously rising.
Leilani was living a sweet romance, completely unaware that a conspiracy was heading her way.
After Carola returned home from Clive’s company, she immediately opened her computer and registered a new account with the ID “Truth-Teller.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she quickly posted a lengthy thread.
[Exposing the True Face of a Wealthy Family’s Foster Daughter: Ungrateful, Manipulative, and Pushing Her Family to the Breaking Point!]
In the post, writing in the tone of an “insider,” she vividly described how Leilani was a “heartless wretch.” Adopted by the Sloan family, yet showing no gratitude, instead targeting the true Sloan daughter, Tamara, at every turn.
Tamara, beautiful and kind, never held it against Leilani. Yet Leilani relied on clinging to powerful figures to act arrogant and domineering, even publicly humiliating her brother, Clive. On the surface, she acted high and mighty, but behind the scenes, she used her sugar daddy’s black card to flaunt wealth, showing extreme vanity...
At the end of the post, she attached a blurry candid photo—Leilani at the mall, holding a black card with a cold expression.
Carola clicked send, a smug smile curling her lips. “Leilani, just wait to be destroyed by the internet!”

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