Within twenty minutes, Evelyn Hart was trending in over forty countries.
Clips of her bold statement were stitched into TikToks, analyzed on finance podcasts, and turned into memes. Hashtags like #QueenEvelyn, #NotYourProperty, and #HartVsTitans took over social media.
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Inside Evelyn's penthouse.
Her phone buzzed non-stop. Journalists, investors, exes, and even her kindergarten teacher were trying to get in touch.
Jade burst in, holding a tablet, eyes wide.
"You've gone viral. Someone photoshopped a crown on your head with the caption: 'Bow before the queen who doesn't need a king.'"
Evelyn arched a brow, lips curled into a half-smile. "Fascinating."
But she knew the internet's attention was a double-edged sword. The higher the climb, the bigger the target.
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Across the city.
In a luxury skyscraper, Adrian watched the coverage in silence.
"She made us look like amateurs," one of his aides muttered.
Adrian didn't flinch. "We underestimated her."
"Should we launch a counter-campaign?"
"No," Adrian replied, a glint of resolve in his eyes. "We double down. The whole of Silicon Valley needs to know—I'm backing her."
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Meanwhile, at a hidden location.
Noah stood in front of a massive window, watching the city lights flicker. He held an old steel pen in his hand.
His assistant asked cautiously, "Do you think she's lost control?"
Noah shook his head slowly. "No. Evelyn doesn't lose control. She just wants to see who can keep up."
Then, after a beat, he added, "Activate Protocol B."
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Back online, chaos reigned.
"This woman is a whole revolution."
"She's not his ex-wife. He's her failed chapter."
"Someone give her a crown already!"
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Just as Evelyn sipped her wine, a message popped up on her private phone.
Unknown Number:
"You really think you can control everything? You've forgotten what happened back then."
Her fingers froze. Her smile faded.
The past never stays buried.