Chapter 270

Following internal restructuring, VelaCore resumed operations quietly from its position on the third tier of Fontaine Galleria.

Hannah altered her business tactics, emphasizing selective high-end VIP treatments and a digital-first booking system.

Retail functions were mostly restored. But online slander started gaining traction.

Everything kicked off through vague insinuations published on lesser-known local forums. The headlines were lurid.

"Tech Queen? Discover What Hannah Scott Allegedly Traded for Her Association with the CEO of Fontaine Galleria!"

"Nova Tech's Lingerie Is Murderous? Read This User Horror Story!"

Though the pieces lacked sophistication, they were expertly aimed. Within seconds, coordinated troll accounts activated-spamming timelines, duplicating threads, unleashing a digital onslaught.

Accusations alleged Hannah had performed "unethical exchanges" with Claude, the head of Fontaine Galleria, implying physical appeal was her method for securing a prime location and ongoing support from Fontaine Galleria.

Low-quality, skewed snapshots of alleged "private encounters" were offered as supposed "proof".

Worse still were anonymous "victims" alleging VelaCore smart underwear caused "long-term allergic reactions", with its material said to harbor "dangerous cancer-causing agents".

Alongside these claims were disturbing dermatological photos and falsified chat exchanges.

The firestorm thrust Hannah under public scrutiny.

"Ms. Scott! This is awful!" Meagan dashed into the

boutique, nearly tripping, her expression ghostly as she extended a tablet toward Hannah. The display showed venomous messages and distorted images that were rapidly being shared.

Preoccupied with elite guests, Hannah hadn't yet reviewed media updates. A short glance was all it took-her gaze hardened, the fury in her stare nearly piercing the screen.

As hostility surged online, some VIP patrons silently considered leaving the premises, only for three average-looking middle-aged women to storm in like launched projectiles.

"Hannah Scott, you wicked woman, fix my daughter's severe, persistent skin allergies!" bellowed a plump woman who dropped to the floor, sobbing, hoisting a banner with scarlet script-"Hannah Scott Sells Poisoned Lingerie That Destroys Skin! Face the Consequences!" and "Fontaine Galleria's Claude Hobbes Covers for His Mistress Hannah Scott,Endangering Everyone!"

The explosive accusations shattered the store's

composed atmosphere.

Before anyone could collect themselves, another furious woman yanked two heavy black garbage bags from beneath her jacket, filled with revolting,dense sludge. With a crazed glint, she shrieked,"May ruin fall on all of you!"

She flung the bags straight at the glass case displaying high-end wearable tech.

A thunderous shatter followed as dark red goo exploded across the showroom, releasing an overpowering chemical reek. Costly lace garments were drenched in grime.

The store fell silent, soon broken by the terrified screams of a few VIP customers.

The store staff stood motionless, covering their mouths in shock.

"Protect the customers!" Hannah's tone remained composed. She swiftly positioned herself as a barrier between chaos and the unsettled VIP clientele.

"Security, guide all VIPs to the private chamber via the secure route." Her voice rang with unmistakable control and confidence.

Disorder was abruptly suppressed. Simultaneously,two guards snapped out of their daze and restrained the troublemakers.

The woman attempting to record the scene on her phone had her device confiscated.

"Call the police," Hannah instructed Meagan sharply,her stare never leaving the troublemakers.

Turning to the chaotic scene, she raised her voice,making an unwavering declaration to both employees and any potential covert photographers."Take note-our surveillance network captured every instance of slander, defamation, and vandalism! Each detail is recorded.The authorities will be here shortly."

Hannah calmly surveyed the wrecked store, a bold plan forming in her mind.

In parallel, Fontaine Galleria's primary portal released

an official clarification affirming that the collaboration between Fontaine Galleria and Hannah adhered strictly to formal business ethics.

Soon afterward, Claude posted on a social platform."Hannah and I are seriously dating."

At the same time, Vincent escalated the investigation to maximum priority-he demanded that all source IPs tied to the defamatory campaign against Hannah be identified within the day.

As Vincent made ready to leave for Fontaine Galleria,his gaze fell upon Claude's social media post. All his calm vanished-his frame turned rigid instantly. A memory surged-Hannah's voice echoing, "I don't love you anymore." So she had feelings for someone else. She and Claude were already an item...

With a sudden burst, Vincent slammed the tablet onto the desk, producing a heavy, lifeless bang.