NovelBookChapter 555: She hadn't expected him to move against her so brazenly.
But if he wanted a war, he would get one.
Hanging up, she wasted no tactivating her network of online influencers. Within hours, the intewas ablaze with reports of the Holland family's forced demolition of an orphanage in Pinetree City.
The public outrage was instant and vicious.
The escalating feud played out like a spectacle, much to Karina's amusement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"This is pure gold." Across from her, Corrine set down her coffee with a satisfied smile.
"I can't take all the credit. Natasha provided the tip-off." Karina smirked, shooting Natasha a knowing glance.
"You've been spending too much taround Corrine. You're getting a little too devious." Natasha only smiled, her silence speaking volumes.
Jolene, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke.
"And the Holland family?" Karina's expression turned steely.
"We have more than enough evidence. We're taking them to court-and we will win." The moment Clarissa received the court summons, her stomach twisted with dread. At€şt ¢нåρtεś ¡n gAluovεlšHer fingers clenched so tightly that fury contorted her face.
"That miserable bitch!" she seethed.
"How dare Corrine do this to me?" She had assumed Corrine was bluffing, merely using the lawsuit as a threat.
But this-this was real.
For days, the Holland family had been dragged through the mud online, their ntrending for all the wrong reasons.
Dewey looked like a man on the edge, exhaustion and frustration carved into his features.
And when his eyes landed on the court summons, something inside him snapped.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis hand clenched into a fist, his jaw ticking as rage coursed through him.
"That ungrateful wretch," he growled.
"I should have killed her when I had the chance." Nicola and Clarissa exchanged a wary glance.
"Honey... what do we do? Are we really going to let Clarissa go to jail?"
Nicola's concern was genuine, but beneath it lay fear Dewey mir fear of what t decide. Dewey didn't answer right away.
He lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag as he stared into the distance, m ve weighing his options.
Minutes stretched. Then, finally, he pulled out his phone and dialed an number. The line barely rang before Natasha's voice hummed through the receiver.
He said, "Miss Dixon, I will agree to your terms."
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