Victoria said with a smile, "Stephanie, are you planning to come back to work at Sapphire Group? That's great, we can be colleagues again."
As she spoke, Victoria reached for Stephanie's hand.
Stephanie's eyes grew colder.
She seized the moment and slapped Victoria across the face.
The sudden movement stunned Victoria.
The freshly brewed coffee in her hand spilled everywhere, scalding the back of her hand and making Victoria cry out in pain.
Several people looked over, and seeing a scene unfolding, a crowd quickly gathered.
Victoria's eyes reddened with tears, her expression full of hurt. "Stephanie, what did I do to you? Why did you hit me?"
Serena couldn't stand by and watch. She stepped forward, separating the two. "Why did you lay a hand on Victoria!"
"Why? Don't you two know perfectly well?"
Stephanie shot her a cold glance. "I've already contacted my lawyer. Serena, haven't you received the lawsuit yet?"
Serena froze, a flash of panic crossing her face. "What are you talking about?"
She had, in fact, just received a package, but she hadn't had a chance to open it.
"Spreading rumors to damage my reputation... that's a clear-cut case of defamation, isn't it?" With that, Stephanie presented the evidence.
The registration details from the Twitter backend were linked to a real name, and it was indeed Serena's information.
Serena was stunned. She never expected Stephanie to suddenly get her registration information.
But she gritted her teeth and shot back, "You hired someone to hack my Twitter account? Stephanie, you've violated my privacy!"
Serena had specifically looked into it; this kind of backend data wasn't supposed to be easily accessible.
Susan had once told her the story: as a baby, she'd been left out in the cold, her tiny body frozen purple, her voice hoarse from crying.
Passersby had assumed it was just an abandoned kitten, and no one paid any mind.
So when the Jacksons found her, her mouth and nose were filled with foul-smelling garbage.
Snow was falling from the sky, but she was completely naked.
Abandoning a baby in such weather meant Rora never intended for her to live.
She learned all this less than two weeks after her father and brother had passed away.
Susan, dressed in her wedding gown, sat at her vanity and smiled at her.
"So you see, your birth mother is a cruel person, Stephanie. Don't blame me. The Jackson family's fortune—the company, the house, the stocks—it's all been left to you. Take care of yourself. I'm off to pursue my own new happiness."

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