Meanwhile, Daniel stepped into his office, a dark aura trailing behind him like a storm cloud. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw said enough.
"Speak," he ordered, his voice low and commanding as he sank into his chair.
Henry didn't waste a second. "Boss, the post originated from a random account with no solid background or traceable IP. However…" — he hesitated briefly — "the account is linked to Miss Stewart's fan club."
The moment Daniel heard Fiona Stewart, his expression darkened further. His fingers tapped once against the desk before going still.
"Continue," he said evenly.
Henry cleared his throat. "The news has already spread across multiple platforms. The Bennett share value has taken a significant hit since morning."
Silence stretched.
