Early the next morning.
In the center of the hotel's king-sized bed, Jenny opened her eyes and stretched lazily.
"Miss Jenny, you're awake."
Her assistant, Evelyn, stood beside her with clothes in her hands, moving cautiously, clearly afraid of being scolded.
Jenny seemed in a decent mood. She raised a brow. "How's the online public opinion looking?"
"It's all leaning in your favor. A lot of people are even speaking up for you. Harper's side has started trying to control the narrative."
"At this point? It's already been two days since everything exploded," Jenny scoffed. "Trying to suppress it now is pointless. People only believe what they see."
A smile appeared on her face. But the moment she noticed her assistant standing there with a worried look, her mood instantly sank.
"What's with that expression? Do I owe you money or something?"
