Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 325

Chapter 325

The Hendricks family had built their empire on media. Everyone in the industry understood the unspoken rules-how

sometimes a reporter’s smear piece was just a setup, designed to hand the subject a perfect opportunity to clear their name in the most memorable way possible.

And clearly, Sharon had come prepared. Every piece of evidence she’d pulled out was precise and deliberate, ready long before today ever began.

After this public clarification, her reputation online flipped almost overnight.

The PR manager had genuinely believed Nate was a sharp operator-ruthless, but brilliant. Turned out… he was wrong. Completely wrong.

Nate was still the same short-sighted fool.

Working under someone like Nate was a dead end. Maybe worse-an invitation for disaster. The thought of quitting quietly began settling in his mind.

On the livestream, Sharon sat poised, calm, and composed. Her confidence wasn’t arrogance. It was dignity-grace under fire.

Viewers watching from behind screens couldn’t help but feel their affection for her grow.

Some, who hadn’t even paid attention to the drama before, started looking her up, only to realize her accounts were still suspended. Curious, they dug deeper and stumbled upon Wendy’s post-the one detailing how their entire team had been mysteriously banned across all platforms.

that was all it took. The

the weight of capital,

quietly suppressed by the powers that be

wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was burning

a round of more detailed

said, tone apologetic, “we’re sorry. Our investigation shows you had no involvement in any theft of trade

nodded. “It’s alright. Cooperating with an investigation is every citizen’s duty. But if I hadn’t been able to prove my innocence today, I would’ve

maliciously reported me… their intentions were rotten.

turned stern. “Don’t worry. We absolutely will not let the person

about to speak again, when she felt a sudden

is there

tried to slander

Sharon felt nothing, not even the faintest ripple of gratitude.

more dangerous than

was impulsive, messy

you could never quite tell what

gaze was dark.

need to talk to you. Alone.” His voice was low