Chapter 189
At her desk, Evelyn Fairchild chewed on her bottom lip, her frustration evident. With quick fingers, she snapped a screenshot of a malicious forum post and immediately forwarded it to Isabella Sinclair.
“Ms. Sinclair, there’s some vile gossip circulating about you on the company forum. You might want to shut it down before these people get too bold.”
Isabella skimmed the image Evelyn sent, then calmly pulled up the internal forum on her own phone. One glance was all it took for her to roll her eyes. She didn’t need Sherlock Holmes to figure out who was behind this.
“I’ll take care of it,” she replied.
Closing her phone, Isabella studied the photo for a beat longer before turning to Alexander Kingsley.
“Mr. Kingsley, may I borrow your laptop for a moment?”
Without hesitation, Alexander slid his laptop toward her.
Meanwhile, Tabitha Redford smirked as she scrolled through the comments under the post, already relishing the chaos she had unleashed. She imagined the hushed whispers in the break room, the judgmental glances, the way the office would turn against Isabella. The thought sent a dark thrill through her.
But then, a new comment appeared.
“Spreading baseless rumors with a couple of shady photos? Funny how the poster forgot about the lawsuits people have faced for less. Got any real evidence?”
Tabitha’s smirk vanished. She immediately hit the report button, then scrambled to log into her alternate accounts.
“Proof? I saw Isabella years ago, practically groveling at Mr. Kingsley’s feet for a loan. Who knows what she did to land her position here?”
“Remember Raphael Davenport? That picky client? I saw Isabella slip him her hotel key once. Speaks volumes about her character.”
More and more venomous comments flooded in, each one more scandalous than the last. The accounts varied in tone, but the content was suspiciously similar—all circling back to the same sordid narrative. It was almost as if they’d run out of creativity.
Isabella, watching the drama unfold, didn’t rush to defend herself. She had set her trap with a single calculated line. Now, it was time to let the other side walk right into it.
Patience was key.
Across the office, employees gathered around their screens, drawn to the spectacle like moths to a flame. Some even pulled coworkers over to share in the gossip. The forum post skyrocketed in popularity, spilling onto other social platforms.
Isabella glanced at the engagement metrics.
The moment had come.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code flashing on the screen as she bypassed the company’s firewalls with ease. One final keystroke, and the forum froze momentarily.
Then, like a glitch in the system, the page refreshed—revealing the true identities behind every anonymous comment.
Names and employee IDs appeared in plain sight, shocking every onlooker.
Even the lurkers gasped—every single fake account belonged to Tabitha.
Disbelief rippled through the digital space like a shockwave.
The whispers started up again, but this time, the tone had shifted.
“What the hell? How much hatred does Tabitha have to fake all these accounts just to smear Isabella?”
“Seriously? You don’t need a detective to see this was a setup.”
“I don’t know Isabella well, but Tabitha? Yeah, that tracks. Sorry, Isabella—guess I misjudged you.”
Tabitha sat frozen, staring blankly at the screen as her real name plastered itself across every comment.
