Chapter 315

Maya's POV The London headquarters of LUXE Jewelry Company was in absolute chaos. I'd just hung up with Serena after our emergency call about that Lance Draven asshole, and I was already exhausted. Rain pelted against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, matching my stormy mood perfectly. "No, that statement is completely unacceptable!" I snapped, shoving the tablet back across the polished table. The PR team flinched collectively. "We're not 'looking into these concerning allegations.' That phrasing makes it sound like there might be truth to them!" The PR director, a usually composed woman named Charlotte, cleared her throat. "Mrs. Quinn, with respect, we need to acknowledge—" "What we need," I cut in, "is language that defends Serena without sounding defensive. Something like 'Dreamland Studio categorically rejects these false claims and is preparing evidence that will conclusively disprove all allegations.'" My phone buzzed again—another Google alert for Serena's na