Vincent’s sweetheart got into a severe car accident in the remote desert. I advised him to have her treated at the nearest hospital. But the girl eventually died from massive blood loss. Afterward, Vincent didn’t blame me. He poured his heart and soul into the corporation. Three years later, I suffered a severe hemorrhage during childbirth. He stepped in and stopped the doctors from saving me, dooming both me and our baby. "Stella, this is your retribution. How does it feel to bleed to death?" All for that girl, he had hated me this much. Reborn in this lifetime, when the news of the girl's car accident reaches the corporation, I choose to simply do nothing. Let it rot. I quietly watch as Vincent deploys private medical jets, forces all 5,000 corporate employees to donate blood, and dispatches hundreds of luxury cars to clear the highways, kicking off a "deeply moving" extreme rescue mission. 1 "We must transfer Chloe back to New York for the surgery! "The Sterling family has money! Even the Grim Reaper has to wait in line! You useless fools, figure it out! If anything happens to Chloe, you're all fired from Sterling Corp!" Upon receiving the news of Chloe Adams’s car accident, Vincent Sterling was pacing like a madman, erupting in fury in the middle of the office. Everyone’s expressions were complicated as they turned to look at me. "Manager Vance—" As the head of Crisis Management for Sterling Corp, it was indeed my turn to speak. "This is a matter of life and death. Aside from the victim's closest loved ones, no one else has the right to make suggestions. I respect all of Mr. Sterling's decisions, and I will absolutely obey and cooperate." Vincent stared at me in shock, momentarily stunned. "This is madness!" VP Carter couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at me angrily. "Stella! That is incredibly irresponsible of you! A rescue mission spanning over 2,000 miles, with such high difficulty and tight timing—do you have any idea how many resources that will consume? "If this affects our upcoming IPO, can you bear the consequences?" I smiled faintly. "Mr. Carter, you can't shift the blame onto me like that. Ultimately, the decision-making power rests in Mr. Sterling's hands." I quietly stepped back into the crowd. Without me mediating in the middle, the unilateral opposition from the others only triggered Vincent's rebelliousness. "Just do it! I will take full responsibility for everything!" he declared boldly. In the end, he overruled all objections, unlocking all the corporation's resources, connections, and funds. He didn't care about the cost; he only wanted Chloe safe. Watching Vincent's determined and arrogant figure as he left, I lowered my head to hide the mocking glint in my eyes. In my previous life, after fully understanding Chloe's injuries, I specifically consulted specialists and objectively analyzed the pros and cons of local treatment versus a transfer to New York for Vincent. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Stella, what would you choose?" At that time, the company was in the critical observation period for its IPO. Transferring her back to New York required a massive investment, and more importantly, there was a high risk of complications during the journey. I advised that Chloe be hospitalized and treated locally. My calm, objective analysis left Vincent speechless. He stared at me for a full thirty seconds, his expression incredibly complex, before finally saying, "Fine, I will trust you this once." To honor that trust, I immediately arranged for two teams of specialists to fly out overnight to assist locally. But despite calculating everything, I didn't anticipate that Chloe had Rh-negative blood. The local blood bank ran dry, and ultimately, Chloe died of excessive blood loss on the operating table. Ridden with guilt, I tried to resign, but Vincent fiercely grabbed my neck. "You think you can just walk away? Not a chance!" Then, he suddenly kissed me. "Stella, don't leave. Don't leave me all alone." I hugged him, crying and apologizing. After that, Vincent seemed like a changed man—steady, reserved, and entirely focused on his career. A year later, Sterling Corp successfully went public, and that very day, Vincent proposed to me. It wasn't until I suffered a massive hemorrhage during labor and he coldly refused to authorize my emergency treatment that I realized this marriage was nothing but a scam, a conspiracy! In the delivery room, he had held me, crying bitterly, deeply telling me to be strong and hold on. Yet, as I slowly lost consciousness, he whispered into my ear with twisted satisfaction: "Stella, can you finally feel the despair Chloe felt when she bled to death on that operating table? "If it weren't for you, I would have risked everything to save Chloe! "You used the IPO to pressure me? Heh, for Chloe, I would have gladly become penniless!" It turned out he had never forgotten Chloe's death. He had endured the humiliation, harboring a deep-seated hatred for me all along. 2 With Chloe's life hanging by a thread, Vincent issued order after order, all deployed within a short ten minutes. Chairman Sterling’s private medical jet, carrying a team of twenty top-tier professors and emergency specialists, had already taken off. To ensure Chloe's swift transport from the plane to the hospital, Vincent leveraged all his corporate partners and wealthy socialite friends to assemble hundreds of luxury cars. When the time came, the convoy of luxury cars would carve out a life-saving corridor, grand and earth-shattering. It was bound to become a legendary tale of devotion. By the time Mrs. Sterling found out about Vincent's absurd actions, the news had just reached the company that Chloe had Rh-negative blood and would need nearly ten thousand milliliters of blood for the surgery. I was urgently summoned to the CEO's office by the Sterling family. As soon as I pushed the door open, Mrs. Sterling accused me of ignoring the company's best interests and failing my duties. She conveniently ignored the fact that this was entirely Vincent's dictatorship. This was the typical Sterling family dynamic—she dragged me into it because she was afraid of creating a rift with her precious, rebellious son. Chairman Sterling, his face livid, sternly ordered me, "Forget the chartered flight, call those cars back immediately! This is absolute madness!" I glanced at Vincent. Having just been reprimanded by his parents, his face was clouded with gloom, though a hint of rebellious defiance still lingered in his eyes. "Manager Vance, what do you think?" He lifted his eyelids, spinning an expensive fountain pen erratically between his fingers. Heh, trying to use me as a scapegoat again? I continued to embrace the chaos, putting on a look of absolute loyalty: "Mr. Sterling, rest assured, as long as you give the word, I will walk through fire and water for you." As a veteran of the PR department, as long as I didn't have to take the blame, I could say all the pretty words in the world. I would never be as stupid as I was in my past life. "You—you—" Mrs. Sterling was so angry her eyes rolled back. Her assistant hastily fed her heart medication. "I really raised an ungrateful snake—" Mrs. Sterling pointed at me with bitter hatred. How laughable! To repay their supposed kindness, I had given up my dream of becoming a top surgeon to help Vincent manage the company. And what did I get in return? When Vincent explicitly refused to save me, I had used all my remaining strength to grab her hand, my eyes full of pleading for her to save my life. But she peeled my fingers off one by one, hypocritically advising me, "Stella, this is between you two. Vincent wouldn't harm you." I still remembered, in my past life, the moment Chloe had her accident, I immediately reported it to her: "Mrs. Sterling, you'd better come to the office. I'm worried Mr. Sterling might—" She had smiled and encouraged me: "Stella, I believe in you. I know you'll watch over Vincent for me and keep him from doing anything foolish." Just then, a phone call came in. After Vincent answered, his face changed drastically. He shot up from his chair. "Enough! The top priority right now is to collect a massive amount of Rh-negative blood. Gather your teams and get to the hospital—the nurses are already waiting!" I pursed my lips. "Mr. Sterling, such a massive and rare blood supply isn't something we can gather in a moment's notice—" Vincent paced frantically. "I knew it! You never genuinely wanted to save Chloe! If it were you—" "Mr. Sterling!" I raised my voice, cutting off his accusation. I pulled out a document I had prepared in advance and said smoothly, "I understand your concerns. To ensure I don't interfere with Miss Adams's treatment, I voluntarily resign." Then, I handed Mrs. Sterling a ledger, speaking with emotional detachment, "This is the itemized list of your financial sponsorship since I was 12. I've adjusted for inflation, multiplied it by five, and I am returning it all to you." Mrs. Sterling stared in shock as I added, "Oh, and of course, I included the interest." Who would have thought that the ledger I used in my past life to remember their kindness would now become my ultimate weapon to cut ties with the Sterlings. In this life, they wouldn't use gratitude to chain me down ever again. Vincent was furious. He shoved past me and stormed out, raising his voice: "Trying to provoke me? I'll show you exactly what kind of power I have to save Chloe! "Get out! Get the hell out of here!" Naturally, I got the hell out. As soon as I returned to the main office floor, the company was in an uproar. Panic was spreading. The HR Director had just ordered all employees downstairs to donate blood. Until blood types were confirmed, no one was allowed to leave the building. The storm was brewing, and everything was progressing toward the absolute worst-case scenario I had envisioned. As I headed downstairs, I bumped into a few pregnant employees discussing how to avoid the blood drive in the stairwell. "What is the company thinking? I actually have that rare blood type, and I'm terrified," one of them said. My footsteps faltered, but ultimately, I turned and walked away. The tragic experience of my past life taught me one thing: let go of the savior complex, respect the fates of others, and never carry someone else's karma. 3 When I got home, I collapsed into the bathtub, feeling a surreal, dreamlike detachment. I dozed off, only to be suddenly jolted awake by a nightmare. By the time the city lights flickered on outside, a former colleague called. She told me Chloe had been successfully admitted for surgery, while the rest of them were still stuck doing miserable overtime. She complained endlessly on the phone: "Stella, the highway from the airport to First General Hospital was barricaded by hundreds of luxury cars today. People are posting videos everywhere, trying to guess what kind of VIP is arrogant enough to do this. "Everyone in our department is working our fingers to the bone trying to report and take down those videos. Sigh, nobody is sleeping tonight." After hanging up, I scrolled through my phone for a while. Indeed, I couldn't find any news related to it. Right now, Vincent was entirely focused on staying by Chloe's side. The company was being managed by Chairman Sterling, who was undoubtedly spending a fortune to silence the media and clean up the mess. I stood up, walked to my desk, and looked at the investigation report on Chloe in my drawer. A cold smirk touched my lips. In my previous life, I had suggested a local surgery partly out of consideration for the company's IPO. The other reason was that my investigation revealed Chloe was not the innocent, hardworking girl she portrayed herself to be. She went to the Mojave Desert simply to accompany a prominent fashion photographer looking for "thrills." That photographer was notoriously vile. He didn't just sleep around with models; he was a well-known predator in the industry. Because he had won international awards, his connections were vast, attracting countless ambitious women willing to throw themselves at him. After the car crash, he only suffered minor injuries. Seeing Chloe's gruesome state, he got scared and fled the scene immediately. On one side was a young, devoted billionaire CEO. On the other was a notorious playboy. Yet Chloe hadn't hesitated to choose the latter, proving she was an incredibly ambitious woman who wanted fame and was willing to climb at any cost. In my past life, her death wiped her slate clean. I didn't see the need to drag a dead woman's name through the mud, and though Vincent was depressed for a while, he quickly recovered. So I never brought it up and secretly destroyed the report. Before I died, my biggest regret was that I had worked a hundred times harder than a normal person to crawl my way out of the mountains... Only to become collateral damage for a vain, lying woman, sacrificed on the altar of their dirty love story. I hated it. A coward like Vincent, who stepped on my blood to find his own peace of mind—what right did he have to achieve success and glory? A notification sound broke my train of thought. I took a deep breath, reined in my emotions, and unlocked the screen. It was a message from Vincent. "Chloe is awake. The lead surgeon said it's a miracle! Anyone else would have absolutely died today! "This is a monumental triumph! Stella, look closely—this is the true power of my Sterling Corporation!" In the voice memo, he laughed triumphantly, arrogant to the extreme. A domineering, cliché line suddenly popped into my head: I command you not to die, do you hear me! The devoted, overbearing billionaire, personified. [Congratulations, Mr. Sterling. With your profound love, Miss Adams will surely be deeply moved.] I replied with a smile. How wonderful. A medical miracle. Since it's a miracle, it naturally shouldn't be forgotten in the dust. Three days later, Chloe woke up. Having survived a near-death experience and learning of everything Vincent had done, she couldn't wait to show off on all her social media accounts. The attached photos were incredibly shocking. For example: renowned medical professors and specialists, pulled off their own operating tables, rushing onto private jets. A massive fleet of luxury cars forcibly slicing a "corridor of life" named "Chloe" through the city's gridlocked traffic. Thousands of corporate employees donating blood overnight, none daring to be absent. United will, boundless love. Across a grid of nine photos, there was a short, simple caption: [My dear, you are truly amazing!] To let everyone know just how miraculous her survival was, Chloe thoughtfully attached a picture of her medical diagnosis. It detailed just how severe the car crash was—massive ruptures to her gallbladder, spleen, and kidneys. An ordinary person would have died a thousand times over. [You guys don't know this, but the doctor said I used over 7,000 milliliters of blood. It’s like replacing all the blood in my body twice over! Sob, I’m so moved.] With the subject herself stepping up to spill the details, the incident exploded instantly. The shockwave was no less than dropping a nuclear bomb. Chloe was immediately crowned "The Golden Blood Girl," rocketing to the top of the trending lists, overshadowing A-list celebrities, and soaking up unprecedented limelight. The "dear" she mentioned was dubbed "The Mad Billionaire" by netizens. Various influencers and marketing accounts jumped in to comment. Chloe was famous now, but it was infamous fame. The internet was outraged. Netizens actively provided clues, determined to unmask who "The Mad Billionaire" really was. By the time Vincent realized something was wrong and ordered the entire company to report the posts, it was already too late to turn the tide. 4 Three days later, Mrs. Sterling showed up at my door with expensive gifts. "Oh Stella, you really are something, still holding a grudge against me," she said with faux reproach, affectionately grabbing my hand. It was as if the current public relations nightmare hadn't affected her at all. But she didn't know that she couldn't hide the anxiety in her eyes and the exhaustion on her face. Even the silver at her temples had multiplied. I pulled my hand away and smiled faintly. "Mrs. Sterling, just get straight to the point. I imagine you don't have time for small talk." A flash of displeasure crossed her eyes, but she suppressed it, shedding a tear instead. "Stella, that woman has evil intentions. She's trying to ruin us! My Vincent is so pure and innocent; he's been terribly deceived by her." As the CEO of a company on the verge of an IPO, completely failing to foresee how this rescue mission would decimate the corporate image—he truly was "pure" and "innocent." After cursing Chloe, she softened her tone, hinting that as long as I was willing to help, she would acknowledge me as her daughter-in-law. I flatly refused. Out of options, Mrs. Sterling settled for the next best thing: "Then you must return to the company to handle the fallout! Even if you resign, you have to work your notice period for another month until we find a replacement!" She was using corporate policy against me, and she was right. Besides, I never said I wouldn't go back. With Sterling Corp in a state of emergency, if I, the head of Crisis Management, just walked away, no one in the industry would ever dare hire me again. Plus, I wanted a front-row seat to see exactly how Vincent's life would end in this lifetime. ... Back at the office, complaints echoed everywhere. The situation was worse than I had imagined. It was absolute chaos, both internally and externally. First, Sterling Corp had been summoned by regulatory authorities and ordered to quell the internet storm immediately to minimize negative social impact. Partnering companies were rapidly cutting ties. Vincent's wealthy friends, whose luxury cars had dragged them onto the trending lists, were being scolded by their families and wanted nothing more than to stab Vincent in the back. Internally, minor shareholders led by VP Carter, seeing their IPO dreams going up in smoke, were not only plotting to oust Vincent but also demanding the Sterling family compensate them for their losses. Yet, amidst all this, Vincent pulled a disappearing act, staying at the hospital to play the devoted boyfriend with his true love. The company’s accounts were bleeding. Initially, to save Chloe, resources, connections, and cash had been burned recklessly. Now, the shareholders refused to invest another dime. You can't make bricks without clay. Mrs. Sterling really overestimated my abilities. However, a job is a job, and being broke just requires a different strategy. I believed transparency was better than suppression. Now was the time to respond to the public's doubts with utter sincerity. So, I proposed to Chairman Sterling and the shareholders that we hold a direct press conference. We would disclose the truth behind the rescue mission to the public, preventing malicious actors from spinning the narrative online. "This rescue was indeed a massive overreach, especially regarding the disruption of public traffic and the hoarding of medical resources," I said sternly. "But in the face of life and death, it can be understood. As long as Mr. Sterling shows the right attitude—reflects, apologizes, and takes accountability—it is possible to salvage the corporate image." Ultimately, the board approved this plan. After the meeting, I went to First General Hospital. On Chloe's social media accounts, the braggy photos and texts were still up. Engagement was through the roof, and shares were increasing exponentially. Everyone at the company knew she was Vincent's precious treasure, so no one dared touch her. It had to be me stepping in to negotiate. Just as I reached outside her hospital room, I heard Chloe's suppressed, angry voice: "Derek, you bastard, you almost got me killed, do you know that?!" A man chuckled sleazily. "If I hadn't run, would your boyfriend have gone to such extreme lengths to save you? Honestly, you should be thanking me." Derek? That scumbag photographer was inside? I lowered my hand and stood quietly by the door. "I can't do anything to you, but our partnership is over!" "Chloe, you're practically an A-lister right now, while the Sterling family can barely protect themselves. Are you really going to settle? My resources can guarantee you reach the next level." Chloe hesitated. "But Vincent told me that as long as I delete the posts, this will blow over quickly, and it won't affect Sterling Corp." Derek laughed meaningfully. "The rougher the seas, the richer the catch. Deleting those posts means cutting off your own path. Think about it—without this rescue, who the hell would even know the name Chloe Adams?" As their negotiation neared its end, he threw out the ultimate bait: an exclusive ticket into the international elite fashion circle. To Chloe, a model, this was an irresistible temptation. She grew instantly excited. "Are you sure I can go?" Derek tossed an invitation directly to her. In the end, Derek swaggered out of the room, a victorious smirk plastered on his face. I shook my head and abandoned the idea of negotiating with Chloe. I just wondered if Vincent's love was enough to make her give up her wild ambitions. As soon as I got downstairs, my phone rang frantically. My heart skipped a beat, a sudden, inexplicable dread washing over me. "Manager Vance, get back here right now! A female employee from Marketing 2 miscarried because she donated too much blood!" My subordinate reported like a machine gun over the phone, "Now her in-laws are downstairs pulling up protest banners. That family is completely unhinged." Vincent really outdid himself. Not only did he dare to take a pregnant woman's blood, but he also took an excessive amount. It was beyond reckless! 5 Just as I walked out the hospital’s main entrance, I saw Vincent walking toward me carrying takeout bags. "I heard you went back to the office? Since you're willing to make amends, I'll let your previous behavior slide," he said, looking at me out of the corner of his eye, acting high and mighty. Vincent would never know just how pathetic and laughable he looked to me right now. I didn't bother arguing. There was no point. He was just a stupid, pitiful man. Of course, the version of me from my past life was even more pitiful. "Stella! Didn't my dad say you should come to me if there was an issue?!" He immediately got unhappy, pulling a long face and grabbing my arm. I shook off his hand and said coldly, "Vincent, it looks like your luck has really run out. I don't need to come to you anymore. You better start preparing your apologies!" Right now, even God himself couldn't save Sterling Corp! Once I got into my car, I immediately called the employee, Rachel. "Manager Vance, I never thought this would happen, sob... Mr. Sterling said he'd pay 10,000 dollars for every milliliter, so I thought it would be fine if I—" Rachel cried as she explained the situation. I asked her if she knew her mother-in-law was protesting at the company. She timidly replied that she was too weak right now and couldn't control her mother-in-law. Then, in a panic, she hung up the phone. My eyes darkened. It was hopeless; that family was going to bleed Sterling Corp dry. When I got to the office, I immediately invited Rachel's mother-in-law into a conference room to negotiate. The shrewd woman's eyes darted around. She opened her mouth and demanded ten million dollars, not a penny less. "It was six months along! It was a baby boy, my precious golden grandson! These godless capitalists, they treat the lives of poor people like trash!" Rachel's husband stood next to her, filming the entire thing on his phone, looking incredibly arrogant. "Hurry up and pay the money, or I'm posting this video everywhere! I'll let everyone know your boss is 'The Mad Billionaire'!" But where would the company find that kind of money? Rachel's family was roasting the Sterlings over an open fire. Mrs. Sterling practically got on her knees, but it was useless. In the end, Chairman Sterling had no choice but to swallow his pride and sell his private jet overnight at a massive loss. He had bought it for two hundred million, but only managed to sell it for forty million. After giving Rachel's family ten million, only thirty million was left. Vincent was called back to the office and violently cursed out by Chairman Sterling. He looked utterly defeated. The difference was, this time, the rebellion and defiance were entirely gone from his eyes. Thinking about it made me want to laugh out loud! How glorious was it when he deployed that private jet to race against death just days ago? Within days, it was a total disaster. Vincent's eyes were bloodshot. He no longer cared about keeping up appearances. "You're very proud of yourself, aren't you? Watching me make a joke of myself?" I shook my head. "It's just an airplane. Human life is more important than anything." Vincent looked even more miserable. "Stella, you—" I raised an eyebrow. "I thought—" He looked at me with immense complexity, but his mouth seemed glued shut. He couldn't force out another word. Finally starting to panic, are we? No, it's still too early for that. A cold smirk escaped my lips, and I turned and walked away. My mood was terrible right now—not because of Vincent, but because of the six-month-old dead fetus. I sat on the steps in front of the corporate building, quietly mourning the unborn child. Then, someone patted my shoulder. It was Jessica, the pregnant employee who had said she had the rare blood type in the stairwell that day. "Manager Vance, you've been working so hard lately. Rachel's mother-in-law must be really tough to deal with." "I was just thinking, if I had stopped Mr. Sterling that day, Rachel might not—" My chest felt suffocatingly tight. I had promised myself I wouldn't interfere in others' karma, but whose head did this sin fall on? "How could anyone blame you? If you had stopped him, wouldn't Miss Adams have died?" Jessica said. "Sigh, honestly, it was the money that pushed her. She called her family before she gave blood that day. When they heard how much money was on the line, her mother-in-law encouraged her to donate as much as possible. "Look at me—I didn't try to make that money, and I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? Don't overthink it." After greeting me, Jessica left. But I tossed and turned all night, only falling asleep after drinking. The next day, I suddenly overheard colleagues gossiping. They were saying how pitiful Rachel was—her in-laws used her to extort ten million dollars, and then immediately filed for divorce. Still recovering from the miscarriage, she had already been sent back to her maiden home. I stood frozen in place for a long time, unable to move. 6 Chloe’s social media posts showing off the rescue mission were still up, and the situation was escalating rapidly. Vincent's confident promise that Chloe would cooperate with PR now looked like an absolute joke. The entire company was secretly laughing at him. He poured out his true love, but Chloe only cared about generating hype for herself, completely ignoring whether Sterling Corp lived or died. Meanwhile, online, the calls to investigate "The Mad Billionaire’s" background were growing louder and more aggressive. Sterling Corp was forced to make a decision. The shareholders urged me to finalize preparations for the press conference. It was a desperate last resort. But no one anticipated that Mrs. Sterling, unable to bear seeing her precious son bow his head and admit fault, would accept an exclusive live interview with a major media outlet the day before the press conference. She threw all the blame directly onto me. She sobbed during the broadcast, claiming that I had single-handedly orchestrated the entire rescue operation and that Vincent was an innocent victim. "Stella was sponsored by our family through college. She has always been obsessed with my son. A girl from her impoverished background dreams of marrying into a family like ours." The host asked in confusion, "If that's the case, wouldn't it have been better to just let Chloe die in the desert? Why go through all the trouble to save her?" Mrs. Sterling scoffed coldly. "Go ask anyone in the industry how capable Stella is at Crisis Management. Do you really think she didn't foresee the consequences? "She did it on purpose! She knew my son loved Chloe, so she egged him on, manipulating him into risking everything to save her. She wanted to destroy my son! "My son's only mistake was trusting Stella too much and loving Chloe too deeply!" The host looked at her in disbelief, flashing an awkward smile at the camera. The live chat was exploding with comments: [Is this Mad Billionaire even a legal adult?!] [Didn't a bunch of doctors analyze that medical chart? Without Mad Billionaire's unlimited funds, Chloe would have been 100% dead! Thank God Stella didn't tell him not to save her.] [Right? Otherwise, I can't even imagine how vicious this mother-son duo would be behaving right now.] [Holy shit, working at Sterling Corp sounds terrifying. You make a basic salary, but the capitalists expect you to pay with your life.] Mrs. Sterling had no idea that the more she talked, the worse she made it look. She was still desperately trying to slander me to wash Vincent clean. "A person with no professional ethics like her is a cancer to the corporate world! We have already fired her, and I hope the industry thinks twice before hiring her!" The live chat suddenly unified, entirely filled with: [Corporate employees are humans too! Boycott Sterling Corp immediately!] Just then, a highly visible, furious long comment cut through the uniform chat: [SHE IS FULL OF S**T! Vincent Sterling forced the entire company to take blood tests! He privately interrogated anyone with Rh-negative blood, implying they'd be fired if they didn't donate! You think Manager Vance manipulated him into doing that?! What a joke!] An internal Sterling Corp employee had appeared. Netizens immediately clamored for her to spill more tea. Mrs. Sterling faded entirely into the background. My eye twitched. I had a sneaking suspicion this person might be Rachel. [I am the unlucky pregnant employee who donated blood. I lost my baby, and my husband divorced me. [My child didn't have to die. But I wasn't as lucky as his girlfriend. I didn't have top-tier doctors to protect me, and I didn't have thousands of people forced to bleed for me.] Rachel grew increasingly agitated: [Vincent Sterling never treated us employees like human beings! We're the ones forced to take the blame, and we're the ones getting literally bled dry! [The most disgusting part is that his girlfriend used our blood to show off and build her brand! Their so-called 'love story' makes me sick!] Mrs. Sterling’s meticulously planned whitewashing campaign was completely obliterated by Rachel’s raw outburst. By the end of the broadcast, Sterling Corp’s reputation had plummeted into the abyss. I stood alone on my balcony for a long time. I never expected Rachel to speak up for me, even if it was fueled by her own anger and motives. [Thank you.] I didn't dare call; I just sent a text message. Rachel didn't reply. Vincent’s identity was fully exposed. Soon enough, paparazzi staked out the hospital and caught him discharging Chloe. Faced with aggressive reporters shoving microphones in his face, the usually arrogant Vincent lost his temper. He roared at the cameras: "Chloe is my girlfriend! I have the money and the power to save her! Why shouldn't I?! "What does that woman's miscarriage have to do with me?! Didn't I pay her?! Get out of my way!" The moment that video dropped, it was like kicking a hornet's nest. The IPO plans were officially dead. And thanks to the mother-son duo's spectacular blunders, the employees' hearts turned to ice. People resigned in droves every single day. No matter how hard HR tried, they couldn't attract a single candidate for an interview.
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