From the top floor of Morgan Origin’s headquarters, Selena stood by the window, gazing out at the bustling city that, in her eyes, felt oddly silent.

Behind her, Tasha entered, holding a thick folder.

“There’s something you need to see,” she said, her voice tense with concern.

Selena turned around. Tasha’s expression was grim—unlike her usual composed self. She opened the folder and handed Selena both a printed report and a tablet. On the screen were dozens of scathing comments flooding Morgan Origin’s official accounts:

> “She wouldn’t be standing there if she hadn’t slept with two CEOs.”

“Selena Zhang = power-hungry woman. Take her down!”

“Morgan Origin is disgusting...