Secretary Chen gave a slight nod. "I'm not at liberty to disclose President Jiang's specific arrangements."
Looking at Secretary Chen's eternally unchanged poker face, Liu Wanying's heart sank all the way to her feet.
Jiang Huaixiao was usually cold and curt. Ever since Jiang Xun had entered the household, he had never once given that little bastard a proper look.
He never spoke to him, acknowledged him, or asked after him, as though the extra person in the house were invisible.
She had once thought he was the stepson who gave her the least trouble. Yet now this cold, distant man who never involved himself in anything was going to fly to Yunling in person?
Clutching her phone, Liu Wanying rushed into the ground-floor bathroom and locked the door behind her, her fingers trembling as she dialed the PR company.
"President Liu, we're just about to get started. The trending hashtag is ready, and the press copy is finished!"
"Hold off for now-"
A notification popped up at the top of her phone with a ding.
Against a red background with black lettering, the scarlet "Boiling" tag beside the number-one trending topic was glaring.
#ShenWangjingMurderer#
Liu Wanying's words caught in her throat. She stared at the screen with wide eyes, her fingers frozen beside her ear.
The voice on the other end was still reporting enthusiastically, "President Liu, we've pushed the hashtag live. It blew up the moment it went up! The response in the comments is excellent, and shares are still climbing! This time we're using dispersed distribution. It's more discreet than last time. There's absolutely no way anyone can trace it-"
Liu Wanying hung up and slowly leaned against the edge of the sink.
The woman in the mirror was pale, with beads of sweat at her temples.