Chapter 537

Terry Abigail clenched her fists so tightly that her manicured nails dug deep into her palms. Yet she felt nothing. No pain. Just the dull ache of everything falling apart. Her once-radiant complexion was now ghostly pale. Her glossy eyes, usually filled with confidence, were now brimming with unshed tears—tears not of sorrow, but of bitterness, rage, and humiliation. She had become public enemy number one overnight. The carefully curated reputation she had spent years building—flawless image, charitable appearances, the lovable "sweetheart" brand—had shattered into dust in a matter of hours. She didn’t dare open Weibo. She didn’t need to. Even without looking, she could imagine the storm of hate crashing down upon her. Vicious insults. Cries for cancellation. Death threats. Memes. Headlines. All of it. What now? Terry Abigail was teetering on the edge of desperation, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. A part of her wanted to call Green Williams. To scream, to vent, to demand a plan. B