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    With a chuckle, Brenna got to her feet and walked over to him. “Dad, don’t stress yourself. Things spread fast online. There are thousands of posts. It’s not so simple to clean all of them up.”


    Unconvinced, Shepard snorted and said, “They are just too ipetent. It’s a simple matter of blocking keywords, but they failed miserably. I will fire them soon. The Harper Group has no room for deadweight.”


    Just then, Ernst and Dalton descended from upstairs. Their expressions betrayed guilt as they nced at Shepard and Giselle.


    Shepard didn’t need them to speak. He could tell they had failed at their tasks. “What good are the two of you? You can’t even deal with a minor issue. And you’re supposed to be running the Harper Group? I honestly doubt either of you is up to the task.”


    Ernst’s brow tightened, feeling guilty. “Dad, I’ve already given orders. My team is on it. The PR department is pushing back against the rumors and has contacted the right people to start removing the posts. But it’s after work hours now. Everyone is glued to their phones, posting and sharing nonstop…”


    Shepard cut him off with a sharp wave. “Enough! Exnations won’t fix it. This mess proves you’re not capable of handling even the smallest crisis.”


    Dalton looked just as overwhelmed. “Dad, please don’t get so worked up. We want to solve the problem too, but things like this spread like wildfire online. We’re deleting the posts as fast as we can, but they’re popping back up just as quickly. Someone’s clearly behind this. Taking the posts down won’t be enough. We need to find out who’s behind this.”


    Shepard red at both of his sons, frustration etched deep across his face. “Do you think I don’t know that? Stop talking and fix it.”


    Brenna stepped in, hoping tofort Shepard, saying, “Dad, everything will be okay. If we just let it be, things will quiet down on their own in a few days.”


    However, Dalton, used to being in the public eye, took matters like this seriously. “Brenna, we can’t do that. Letting it go is the same as saying it’s true. If this keeps spreading, by the time you go to Shirie University on Monday, who knows how far it’ll have…”


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    “Gone? The faculty. The students. Everyone might believe it. Your reputation will be ruined beyond repair.”


    Giselle nodded solemnly, standing by Dalton’s point. “Exactly. I’ve already posted a statement on the school forum to push back against the rumors. Frank got in touch with the forum admin, too. Those posts on the forum have been taken down. But on social media and personal ounts, the matter is still spreading fast. I can’t stop any of that.”


    The room turned quiet as everyone took in the weight of the situation. A few momentster, Dalton spoke up again. “Our PR team released a formal statement on the Harper Group’s official page. It’s pinned right at the top. But honestly, it hasn’t helped much. The issue is still escting.”


    No one pointed fingers at Brenna. Everyone stayed focused on finding a way to solve this. That was when Brenna realized it—the Harper family cared about her deeply, unlike the Barrett family.


    “I’ll track down whoever’s behind this. Don’t worry.” Brenna reached into her backpack, pulled out herptop, and opened it. Her fingers moved quickly across the keys, line after line of code shing on the screen.


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