Chen Mumu's fingers tightened around the phone that Xia Lin held up, her gaze locked onto the image displayed on the screen. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with flawless skin, delicate yet sharp features, and deep, piercing eyes. But there was something about those eyes—something that made Chen Mumu uneasy.
Hatred.
Even through a simple photograph, she could feel the venom behind that gaze. It sent a chill down her spine.
Absentmindedly, she murmured, "She's behind everything?"
Xia Lin nodded grimly. "My brother, Xia Lu, found out everything about her. She was the one who wrote the first comment that started this whole scandal."
Chen Mumu's breath hitched. "So, she's the mastermind?"
"It looks that way."
She turned her attention back to the image, examining the woman's features again. That hateful gaze bore into her even through the screen. Who was she? Why had she done this?
