Hannah's pupils constricted as she stared at the screen.
Her fingers trembled while hitting the delete button.
The page remained frozen.
Cold sweat drenched her back instantly.
The forum interface glitched eerily.
Every anonymous post now displayed her real name verification.
Sophia Sullivan's username suddenly appeared in the comments.
"Cease and desist letter prepared."
Hannah collapsed into her chair.
She frantically typed: "Forum malfunction! These aren't my accounts!"
Sophia replied swiftly.
"Then let the lawyers subpoena the backend data."
Other users began chiming in.
"I tested posting - the verification works correctly."
"Lying, Hannah?"
"Defamation with over 2,000 reposts carries criminal liability."
Each comment lashed like a whip.
Hannah finally broke.
"Ms. Sullivan, I was wrong! Just blinded by jealousy!"
She knelt on the floor typing.
Fear made her fingers slip repeatedly.
Forum notifications chimed nonstop.
"Always knew something was off. Sophia isn't that type."
"Too late for apologies now."
"Enjoy your lawsuit!"
Hannah bit her lip hard.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.
Sophia left one final message.
"Everyone reaps what they sow."
As the screen darkened,
Hannah crumpled to the ground.
She knew it was over.
......
Sophia closed the laptop.
The device still retained Ethan Sullivan's body warmth.
"My thanks, Mr. Sullivan."
"Call if you need further assistance."
"Just exterminated a pesky insect."
She sipped her coffee absently.
Ian Watson gaped nearby.
The CEO never let anyone touch his personal devices.
Even document organization was strictly his domain.
Yet Ms. Sullivan had borrowed it effortlessly.
Ethan handed it over without question.
Ian stole a glance at Sophia.
She stirred her coffee with detached elegance.
......
The plane landed at M-Country airport past midnight.
MDH Pharmaceutical Research Institute hid deep in suburban woods.
Ethan gazed through the car window.
The labyrinthine mountain roads twisted confusingly.
No outsider could find the entrance unguided.
Yet Sophia directed each turn with precision.
She adjusted the sleeping Emma Sullivan in her arms.
"Right turn ahead leads to the main gate."
The institute's iron doors parted in the darkness.
Dashboard lights illuminated Sophia's profile.
Her calm expression looked utterly at home.