After the Dust Settles

Fourteen minutes after the broadcast, Lin Yue’s phone was a rhythmic, vibrating weight on the vanity. The media desk wanted a statement on her "engineered exposure." The legal team wanted a strategy for the board. The third caller was a private number—the kind that signaled someone was either very important or very afraid.

She stood in the bridal suite, surrounded by white orchids that now felt like funeral arrangem

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