Chapter 3

At that moment, the forum exploded.

“OMG? Soul Whisperer herself is tearing into a brand now?!”

“Eminent Pets? Is that the company with ads everywhere lately, claiming the owner is a reincarnation of a cat saint?”

“40% mortality rate? Seriously? I just adopted a Ragdoll from them, I’m so scared!”

“Soul Whisperer never lies. Can’t wait for Eminent Pets to come out and dig its own grave.”

The public outcry spread faster than I’d imagined.

Justin’s PR team reacted quickly too.

In less than half an hour, a lengthy, emotional post appeared on Eminent Pets’ official Ins account.

The article painted Justin as a self-made man who loved animals, but was a poor brother being suppressed by his jealous older sister.

It claimed I was maliciously spreading rumors because I’d always been reclusive and had a sinister line of work, constantly jealous of my brother’s success.

The article also included several photos of me.

One was of me at a pet cemetery, squatting on the ground arranging flowers for a recently buried puppy, my face haggard, eyes gloomy.

Another was of me rushing out of my house in my pajamas late at night after getting a call for help, my hair messy, looking like a lunatic.

Finally, the article urged everyone not to believe rumors and attached several screenshots of so-called customer rave reviews.

In the screenshots, customers praised Eminent Pets for its excellent after-sales service and the owner’s patience.

Those customers were all people I had personally comforted in the middle of the night on the phone.

Those good reviews were all for me.

Now, they had become Justin’s weapons against me.

My phone rang again; it was an unknown number.

I answered, and it was my mom.

“Alice, Mom is begging you, your brother almost risked his life for this company. For Mom’s sake, please let him go.”

“He knows he made a mistake. He said he’d give you money, a million dollars, as long as you release a statement saying your account was hacked.”

Listening to her words, I couldn’t help but gag, my hand trembling too much to hold the phone.

The one million dollars my father died for, in their eyes, was worth so little.

All my blood, sweat, and sleepless nights over three years, could be bought off for a million dollars.

I laughed in anger, tears streaming down my face.

“Mom, tell Justin.”

“I don’t want his one million dollars.”

“I want him to be publicly disgraced and utterly ruined.”