His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 106

Meanwhile, the online backlash was spiraling wildly out of control.

The rumors about PurePath Biologics plagiarizing Marmont's lab equipment project had initially been suppressed.

But overnight, orchestrated by some unknown source, the crosshairs locked entirely onto Whitley.

Anonymous accounts dug up her early career records, weaponized out-of-context lab data, and doxxed her personal information. The internet mob was out for blood.

The comment sections were a unified front, fiercely defending Yelena.

"Yelena graduated with a dual degree from a top-tier university. Why would she need to copy some fake heiress who just crawled out of the woodwork?"

"Whitley is just eaten alive by jealousy. She couldn't do the work herself, so she stole the designs, and now she's dragging the whole company down with her."

"Have some shame! Occupying someone else's family for two decades wasn't enough? Now she has to play dirty at work too?"

Marmont Pharmaceuticals secured the partnership and immediately threw Whitley under the bus, issuing a unified PR statement that pinned all the blame entirely on her.

By the third day, the PR crisis was a total catastrophe.

Clive had already offered her a solution: partner with Marmont and make the problem go away.

But Whitley would never agree to that.

She arrived at the office building as usual. The moment she pushed her car door open and stepped out, a foul, putrid liquid violently splashed across her chest.

*Splash—*

Her crisp blouse was instantly soaked. A repulsive mixture of raw egg yolks and rotted whites dripped from her hair and shoulders, the nauseating stench burning her nose.

A group of masked protesters had cornered her, pointing and screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Copycat! You still have the nerve to show up to work?!"

"Get on your knees and apologize to Yelena!"

"Are you okay?" Chisholm's brow furrowed tightly.

Whitley shook her head slowly, her voice faint. "I'm fine."

She took a steadying breath. "We need to track down the source of the leak and hold a press conference. I won't let the company take the fall for this, and I won't let them keep throwing dirt on my name."

Seeing her force herself to hold it together made Chisholm's chest tighten.

"Let's get you upstairs to clean up and change first."

Whitley didn't argue. She followed him into the lobby.

In the elevator, she stood quietly in the corner, her hands clenching tightly at her sides.

Once in her office, she scrubbed the stench off her skin, threw on a clean jacket, and immediately sat down at her desk. She buried herself in lab records, data comparisons, and project timelines—gathering every single shred of evidence to prove her innocence.

She verified every file and highlighted every protocol.