In the opulent confines of the Royal Palace of Spain, Wang Jian lounged on a plush chaise, a glass of vintage wine in hand, his eyes scanning the array of devices laid out before him. The screens displayed a myriad of social media platforms, each buzzing with the activity of the Hollywood actresses he had so meticulously ensnared. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched his plan unfold in real-time.
Amelia, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, sat at a elegant vanity, her laptop open to her Instagram account. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her eyes flicking to Wang Jian for approval.
"What should I say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wang Jian took a sip of his wine, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "Tell them about the atrocities the U.S. military is committing. Share your 'heartbreak' over the civilian casualties. Make it emotional, Amelia. You're an actress, after all."
