Chapter 451

"Ahhh—!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the Quincy mansion.

Beatrice Quincy bolted barefoot down the stairs, her meticulously styled curls now a wild tangle around her shoulders. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched her phone.

"Father! It's a disaster!"

Reginald Quincy looked up from his tea in the parlor to see his daughter's face drained of color.

"That bitch... Bianca Fairchild..." Beatrice's voice trembled. "She's exposed everything!"

The phone screen displayed the top ten trending hashtags: #QuincyScandal, #BeatriceLuckTransfer, #BiancaFairchildExposé.

Beatrice's entire body shook, her perfectly applied eyeliner now smeared. The newly crowned Oscar-winning actress resembled a hysterical madwoman, her elegance gone.

"Stay calm." Reginald's expression darkened. "I'll contact PR immediately."

He dialed with icy precision. "Deploy the paid trolls. Claim those videos and audio recordings are fabricated. Get influencers to declare Bianca mentally unstable."

Thirty minutes later, his assistant called in panic. "Mr. Quincy, the trolls got exposed instantly! The backlash is uncontrollable!"

Beatrice's social media followers plummeted before her eyes—eight million, seven million, six... The numbers kept dropping.

Each notification chime stabbed like a knife:

[Die, Beatrice! Feudal scum!]

[I voted for you—how disgusting!]

[Investigate how she won that Oscar!]

Reginald watched the stock ticker with cold sweat. Quincy Enterprises' shares nosedived, evaporating billions in minutes.

"Father..." Beatrice collapsed to the floor, nails digging into her palms. "We're finished..."

Meanwhile, in the VIP suite of Central Hospital...

Xander Quincy's eyelids fluttered open. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled his nose. He turned his stiff neck—the room stood empty except for the steady beep of monitors.

"Bianca?"

The name cracked from his parched lips. No answer.

Fragmented memories flashed—the biting cliffside wind, Bianca's desperate screams, that falling silhouette...

He slammed the call button.

"Mr. Quincy! You're awake!" The nurse rushed in. "You've been unconscious for three days. Shall I notify your family?"

Xander's pupils constricted. "Three days? Where's my sister?"

The nurse hesitated. "Miss Fairchild... checked out yesterday."

Outside, the storm unleashed its fury.