Instantly, Leilani and Clive were trending side-by-side on the social media charts.
#Clive Image Collapse
#Leilani Falsely Accused
#Wealthy Siblings Feud
In Clive’s dressing room, his phone was smashed violently onto the sofa, the screen fracturing into a spiderweb pattern. His face was livid, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Who the hell is meddling in my business? Didn't Luke already pay to suppress this? Why is it trending again?"
His assistant, Kent, stood trembling to the side, too afraid to even breathe loudly.
Luke pushed the door open and entered, holding a freshly printed statement. His expression was unexpectedly calm.
Clive looked up sharply, expecting a scolding, but Luke just glanced at him indifferently, his tone steady. "Getting angry is useless now. While the topic is still hot, we might as well splash the dirty water back on her."
Clive paused. "What do you mean?"
Luke handed him the draft.
"I had the PR department write this. In half an hour, post this to your social media account. Say that your emotional outburst that day had a cause—because Leilani has been cold and heartless to the family for a long time, and even repeatedly humiliated Tamara. You only exploded because you couldn't take it anymore."
Blindly paying to remove videos was useless. It was better to guide the flow than to block it. The most important thing was to seize this opportunity to shift the blame onto Leilani and make her the scapegoat.
Clive glanced down at the script, instantly realizing Luke’s plan. His furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and finally, a cold sneer curled his lips.
"Alright, I got it. Since Leilani was heartless first, don't blame me for being unjust."

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