The next day, chaos descended on the Yue Mansion.
Dozens of reporters crowded at the gates, their microphones raised high, cameras flashing like lightning.
Overnight, evidence of the Yue family's crimes—tax evasion, corruption, fraud, and the use of unsafe materials in production had surfaced.
The proof was overwhelming, undeniable, and now the media wanted blood, to feast on them.
Yue Chen was the first to wake up. Annoyed by the noise, she threw on a robe and stormed out of her room, colliding with a trembling maid in the hallway.
"What is going on outside?" Yue Chen's voice was sharp, filled with impatience.
The maid's lips quivered. She lowered her gaze, feeling too frightened to answer.
Yue Chen's irritation flared into anger. "I asked you a question! Speak!" she snapped.
"Th-The media… they're outside. They… they want to see Old Master." The maid stammered before scurrying away.
"The media?" Yue Chen frowned, confusion flashing across her face.
