The city was alive with cheers. Outside City Hall, a huge crowd gathered under bright balloons and banners. Sophia Chamberlain stood on a stage, her red dress sparkling under the morning sun. Behind her, a giant check read: *Sophia Chamberlain Donates $10 Million to Local Schools!* Kids waved signs saying “Thank You, Sophia!” and teachers clapped, their smiles big and bright.Sophia held a microphone, her voice warm. “Walker International believes in our kids,” she said. “This money will build new classrooms, buy books, and give every child a chance to shine.”The crowd roared, cameras flashing. Reporters scribbled notes, and social media lit up with #SophiaSaves trending. Sophia glanced at a hidden camera in a nearby tree and gave a tiny wink. Somewhere in his underground mansion, Brent Walker was watching, and she knew he was proud.In the underground mansion, the command center buzzed like a superhero base. Big screens show

The jail was cold and noisy, with clanging doors and shouting voices echoing off the walls. Sarah Chen sat on her hard bunk, her orange jumpsuit scratched and faded. The tiny TV in the common room played Jessica’s documentary, *The Truth Behind Chen Industries*, on repeat. Clips showed workers crying, Sarah yelling, and factories full of unsafe machines. Social media was worse—#ChenCruelty trended with memes calling her a monster. Sarah’s name was trash, and she knew it.She clutched a scrap of paper, scribbling notes about Sophia Chamberlain. “She’s behind everything,” Sarah muttered. “Sophia—she's ruining me.” Her hands shook with anger. She’d lost her companies, her foundation, her money. Now, the world laughed at her.The cellblock door buzzed open, and a tall woman strode in. Her name was Carla, a tough inmate with scars on her knuckles and a mean glare. Everyone called her the “bad girl” of the prison. She stopped

The Chen mansion sparkled like a fairy tale castle. Golden lights hung from the ceiling, and fancy music filled the air. Robert Chen and his wife, Mrs. Chen, threw a huge party to celebrate Chen Industries’ comeback. Guests in shiny suits and glittery dresses sipped fancy drinks. Fancy cars packed the driveway, and a big sign outside said: *Chen Industries is Back!* Sarah Chen stood by a sparkling fountain, her new silver dress shining. Her scars from the prison beating were hidden under makeup, and for the first time in months, she smiled wide, like she was queen again.Robert raised his glass, his voice loud. “To our family!” he said. “Chen Industries is stronger than ever, thanks to new money and new deals!” The crowd cheered, clapping like thunder. Sarah’s heart jumped with joy. She thought Sophia Chamberlain had beaten her, but now, with fresh cash, the Chens were winning.Charles Walker, tall with slick hair and a sharp suit, sto

The city skyline glittered like a crown, but Sarah Chen’s office felt like a prison. Her desk was piled with papers about Chen Industries’ new factories. She wore a tight red dress, her prison scars hidden under makeup, but her eyes burned with hunger. Charles Walker’s dirty money—cocaine and trafficking cash—had brought Chen Industries back, and now Sarah needed allies to keep it alive. Sophia Chamberlain’s Woman of the Year win last night stung like a slap, but Sarah was ready to fight. She leaned back in her creaky chair, scrolling through her phone. A news alert popped up: *Sophia Chamberlain Opens New School, Donates $5 Million.* Sarah’s grip tightened, her nails clicking on the screen. “You’re not winning, Sophia,” she muttered. “I’m coming for you.” Her lawyer, Mr. Lee, knocked and shuffled in, his tie crooked. “Sarah, the FBI’s still sniffing around,” he said. “Your bribe sca

Sarah Chen’s apartment was a dim, with lamp casting shadows on the walls. She stood by a window, staring at the city’s glowing lights. Her black dress from last night’s failed meeting with Victor Grant hung on a chair, a reminder of her stinging rejection. Her phone buzzed with a news alert: *Victor Grant Snubs Chen Industries, Cites Scandal Concerns.* Sarah’s jaw clenched, her red lipstick smudged from biting her lip. “Sophia,” she hissed, blaming her rival for the rumors that scared Victor off. She had no clue Brent Walker was the shadow behind it all. She grabbed her phone and called Charles Walker, her voice sharp like glass. “Victor said no,” she snapped. “Your ‘clean’ money didn’t help. We need another investor—now.” Charles’s voice was smooth, like oil. “Calm down, Sarah,” he said. “Our factories open today. I’ve got a new guy—Leo Harper, real estate tycoon. He’s in town