Morris's POV
I pressed my fingers against my temples, exhaustion etched across my face as I sat in the bright office. I'd just finished barking orders to my assistant about handling Ana's situation when the man suddenly pivoted before reaching the door.
"Mr. Welch, all the negative posts about Ms. Watson online have vanished," the assistant announced.
My eyes snapped open, fixing on him. The assistant extended his tablet.
Taking the device, my fingers swept across the screen. Every nasty post about her had disappeared—no traces of the vicious criticism, even the comments were wiped clean.
This ruthless efficiency didn't match Ridley's usual methods.
The assistant couldn't resist adding, "Mr. Welch, whoever's backing Ms. Watson has serious power. We tried scrubbing posts and controlling comments ourselves, but they were way more thorough and faster."
I tossed the tablet back carelessly and said with deadly calm, "Find out who."
The assistant nodded and bolted from the office.
