For every victory, there must be defeat.

While Elise and William were celebrating their triumph, Samuel was drowning in fury.

His phone shattered against the marble floor, exploding into countless pieces. Amanda flinched at the violent sound.

She held her breath, terrified. Never had she imagined the press conference would conclude so disastrously.

Now, Sophia and her brother were completely disgraced, their reputations utterly destroyed.

Her eyes nervously scanned the news articles flooding in about Elise’s press conference.

[Elise Scott Unveils the Truth: Multiple Photos and Recordings Expose Samuel Mitchell and Sophia Scott’s Affair and Conspiracy!]

The moment the article published, the internet erupted.

[Oh my god. How repulsive is Samuel Mitchell? I actually defended him!]

[Samuel Mitchell and Sophia Scott are pure evil! Thieves crying thief! Disgusting!]

[My mind is completely blown. Those two have forever altered my perception of humanity.]

[What was that line from Elise Scott–'cheaters and mistresses don’t deserve forgiveness'? Iconic.]

[No. 'I hope Samuel Mitchell and Sophia Scott remain together forever' was the real masterpiece. Trash belongs with trash!]

The final comment instantly went viral.

It took another netizen’s explanation for everyone to grasp Elise’s true, elegant savagery. She was impeccably polite yet delivered a blow so devastating it nearly choked Samuel and Sophia.

Amanda’s face burned with humiliation as she read the comments, but she dared not vent her frustration, fearing it would push her brother over the edge.

The office door suddenly burst open.

Amanda and Samuel spun around to see their father, Richard Mitchell, storm inside, his face purple with rage.

“What in hell have you done, Samuel?!” Richard roared. “It’s everywhere! Do you want Mitchell Corp to collapse?! What were you thinking?”

Samuel remained silent, fists clenched so tightly the veins on his arms bulged. He was seething, swallowing his own bitter frustration.

He never anticipated this outcome… that Elise would utterly crush him.

Richard showed no mercy. “Listen carefully, Samuel. Clean up this mess immediately, or you’re finished at Mitchell Corp. I’ll disown you!”

“Dad…”

Amanda tried to intercede, but Richard whirled on her. “You stay out of this, Amanda! Embarrass me like this, and I’ll disown you too!”

With that final threat, he stormed out, slamming the door with such force the walls trembled.

The sheer violence of the exit revealed the depth of Richard’s fury.

Samuel’s eyes burned a terrifying, bloody red.

Amanda didn’t dare utter another word. She had never seen him like this, not even in their most volatile childhood fights.

“Give me your phone!” Samuel demanded abruptly.

Amanda hesitated, but reluctantly handed it over.

He dialed a number etched into his memory.

Elise frowned at the caller ID.

Amanda Mitchell?!

She quickly realized it was undoubtedly Samuel.

She answered. His voice, tight with suppressed rage, snarled through the speaker, “You vicious witch!”