Even yesterday's charity donation was completed in an outrageously overachieving way.
Within twenty minutes, the amount doubled, the number of donations surged, and the platform temporarily crashed.
At the time, she thought she had finally won back people's hearts.
Looking back now—it was too smooth.
So smooth it felt like someone was constantly pushing her forward from behind,
like an invisible hand had laid out every step in the dark,
just waiting for her to step on and then kick her into the abyss.
Even Kyle Grant's scandal was so major, she didn't interfere, nor was she held accountable.
Everyone assumed she was innocent, as if that was supposed to be the case.
A thought suddenly struck her.
She fixed her gaze on Vivian Sinclair, her pupils constricting sharply, as she squeezed the words through clenched teeth:
"Kyle Grant... where is he?"
Vivian Sinclair looked at her, her tone light as though discussing the weather.
