Bab 79: A FIGURE OF UNEXPECTED SOLACE

In the heart of the opulent Sinclair mansion, June and Mrs. Sinclair lounged on the plush couch in the grand living room, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings. The soft glow of the chandeliers illuminated their faces as they pored over a laptop, reveling in the vitriolic comments directed at Dahlia. The air crackled with an electric sense of triumph as they soaked in the online onslaught against the woman they held in contempt.

"Serves her right," Mrs. Sinclair declared, a smug smile gracing her lips as she savored the spectacle unfolding on the screen. "Miranda really got her this time." She added, a low, throaty chuckle escaping her lips as she recalled the intricatr web of deceit and cunning that had ultimately led to Dahlia's downfall. The memory of the plan's clever execution brought a gleam to her eye, a sense of pride and accomplishment that she couldn't help but indulge.