Chapter 799
Chapter 799:
She glanced down at her phone—two messages from Ernst had come in a while ago, asking what exactly she wanted.
She didn’t bother opening them.
Maxley fully supported her plan. “The Harper family insulted the Plieca royal family. I’m a prince, came to extend goodwill, and they brushed me off? Let’s teach them a lesson. And even if they crawl back begging us, we won’t show them mercy p>
Rosie’s eyes gleamed. “Exactly. I know the Harper family inside out. They’re just like my grandfather, obsessed with their public image. They’d rather bury the truth and eat their pride than face scandal. Once they see my post and all those comments tearing into them, they’ll panic and want to reconcile with me p>
Maxley nodded in agreement. “We’ve spent a fortune on the media and the internet. No outlet’s going to remove our post easily. Let’s wait for the Harper family to come begging p>
Rosie stared at her screen, the three missed calls from Ernst lined up like trophies. A pleased smile tugged at her lips. She was sure he’d keep calling. But thirty minutes had slipped by since they’d left their compound, and Ernst still hadn’t called again.
Rosie kept checking her screen, secretly hoping it would ring, though she had no plans of picking up if it did.
Her eyes scrolled through the comments, satisfaction rising. Her paid trolls were hammering the Harper Group and flooding her post with support.
Then, she exited the comment section and refreshed her social feed, only to stop cold at the sight of a new trending headline. Pinned to the top was an official statement from the Harper Group’s PR team.
Her skin lost its color as her eyes raced through the statement in stunned silence.
“No… This is impossible!” Rosie gasped, gripping her phone. “They never go public with scandals. Why now? This is a direct attack p>
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Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed out a rebuttal. But the moment she posted it, it vanished beneath the avalanche of other replies.
Her single comment barely made a dent.
A wave of panic began to rise in her. The Harper Group’s statement was gaining traction fast, with comments piling up by the second.
If this kept up, the tide of public opinion would turn completely against her.
Rosie called the platform supervisor. The second the call went through, she barked into the phone, “Bob, delete the Harper Group’s PR statement right now. I don’t care what it costs; just take it down! You have no idea how much damage this is doing to me p>
She spoke to Bob Pinkman like he was beneath her, her voice dripping with contempt.
Bob listened patiently, then after a short pause, replied in a cool, even tone, “Apologies, Miss Harper. The Harper Group submitted the post through official legal channels. It is not defamatory and cannot be removed p>