"We have exactly two hours and seventeen minutes before we face the vultures. Here's the situation, and it's not pretty."
She clicked a remote, and a presentation materialized on the wall screen, graphs and charts that looked like a heart monitor flatlining.
"Current public sentiment: seventy-three percent hostile, twenty percent neutral, seven percent sympathetic. And that hostile camp? They're split between people who want you in prison and people who think you're the devil incarnate for destroying an innocent woman."
Lu Zeyan felt his stomach drop, but Wang Jing wasn't done.
"The photos of you with Lin Yueling?" She clicked to the next slide, the leaked images that were probably burning through social media right now. "Those turned this from 'maybe he made a mistake' into 'this man is a pattern predator.' You destroyed one sister and immediately moved to the next. It's like a bad soap opera, except it's your actual life."
