Chapter 189: At her workstation, Aimee gnawed on her lower lip, her anger unmistakable.


    She snapped a quick photo of a forum post with her phone, sending it to Allison without hesitation.


    Ms.


    rke, theres some nasty stuff about you on the forum.


    You might want to deal with it before these people get too full of themselves.


    Allison skimmed the image Aimee sent, thenzily opened the internal forum on her own phone.


    One look, and she rolled her eyes.


    She didnt need a detective to tell her who was behind this.


    Ill handle it, she replied.


    Closing her phone, Allison gazed at the photo for a moment longer before turning to Ken.


    Mr.


    Lloyd, could I borrow yourptop for a bit? Without a word, Ken passed her hisptop.


    Meanwhile, Thea was grinning as she read through thements beneath the post, already imagining the difort creeping into Allisons day.


    She pictured the sidelong nces, the whispers in hallways, the judgment hanging in the air like a fog around her.


    It gave Thea a twisted satisfaction.


    But then, a newment appeared.


    Spreading rumors with just a few shady pictures? Seems like the poster forgot about the jail time some people got for less.


    Got any actual proof? Thea, her smirk vanishing, mmed the report button.


    Not wasting a beat, she checked the posts rising poprity, then scrambled to log into several alternate ounts.


    Proof? I saw Allison a few years back, practically on her knees, begging Mr.


    Lloyd for a loan.


    God knows what she did to get into ourpany! Remember Rodrigo? That fussy client? I watched Allison hand him her room key once.


    Says a lot about her character.


    More and more defamatoryments poured in, the posts dripping with scandal and innuendo.


    The ounts used different tones, but the content was suspiciously uniform, all circling back to the same sensual narrative.


    It was like theyd run out of ideas.


    Allison, watching the drama unfold, didnt rush to jump in.


    She hadid her trap with a single, calcted line, and now it was time to let the other side fall into it.


    Patience was key.


    People gathered around the virtual spectacle in the office, with nothing better to do, even dragging their coworkers into it.


    The forum post skyrocketed in poprity, with some even sharing the juicy gossip on other tforms.


    Allison nced at the numbers.


    The moment had arrived.


    Her fingers danced across the keyboard, lines of code flying across the screen as she slipped through thepanys intr, easily bypassing security.


    One more keystroke, and the forum froze for a moment.


    Then, like a glitch, the screen refreshed, revealing the real identities behind the so-called anonymous posts.


    Names and IDs appeared, shocking everyone watching.


    Even the lurkers couldnt believe their eyes every fake persona was, in fact, Thea.


    Disbelief swept through the inte like a wave.


    The whispers started up again, but this time with a different tone.


    What in the world? How much hate does Thea have to pretend to be all these people just to trash Allison? Seriously? You dont need a degree to know this was a setup.


    I dont know Allison that well, but Thea? That tracks.


    Sorry, Allison, I guess I misjudged you.


    Thea was utterly speechless, staring nkly at the screen as her real name stered itself all over the forum.


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