The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 648

Heather quickly skimmed through the post, her eyes darting over the screen before diving into the comments section. Without missing a beat, she looked up at Michelle. "Looks like no one in the comments has figured out that the girl in the photo is Juztin's sister."

Most of the comments were gushing about how gorgeous the girl looked. The whole idea of her reputation being completely trashed, like Michelle had suggested, wasn't evident at all.

"Just 'cause nobody recognizes her now doesn't mean they won't soon. I mean, we figured it out, didn't we?" Michelle said, batting her eyelashes playfully.

Besides, she had a bunch of burner accounts ready to stir up drama and clue in the online crowd—almost like she was doing them a favor.

Heather's eyes narrowed slightly, fully aware of her cousin's scheming nature.

But the idea of outing this sheltered girl as Juztin's sister was too tempting. It was the kind of juicy scandal that could set the internet on fire.

After all, the sibling duo had gained a massive following from Walker's live show. Exposing their true colors wouldn't just ruin their reputation; it would be a spectacular public crash.

The thought alone brought a sly grin to Heather's face.

Switching gears, she asked, "When exactly did this bombshell drop?"

Michelle glanced at the timestamp. "Only about fifteen minutes ago."

"Fifteen minutes and it's already trending at the top..." Heather's gaze sharpened. "You better move fast and let everyone know the girl is just a country bumpkin."

Michelle looked up, confused. "Why's that?"

Heather shot her an exasperated look. "Are you dense? You think a scandal like this gets to stay in the spotlight? What about the face of the political elite?"

Those in office represented more than themselves; they were the face of the nation.

If the post had been up for fifteen minutes without being pulled, it suggested that the higher-ups hadn't noticed yet. Otherwise, it wouldn't be leading the charts.

The urgency on his colleague's face prompted Johnny to take the offered phone, scanning the contents swiftly. His brows knitted together. "This is absurd. Who posted this?"

"It's from a well-known journalist at a local news agency," his colleague informed him promptly.

Johnny's eyes narrowed behind his glasses, a sharp glint appearing.

This wasn't the work of some anonymous account; it was a reputable news agency stirring the pot, a clear sign that someone in the department was getting restless.

A cold smirk curved his lips. "They dare to publish such baseless stories? Seems like someone has a death wish."

Handing back the phone, he strode towards the door, issuing one last order. "Get the cyber surveillance department to clean this mess up online, then tell them to come see me."

"Will do," his colleague replied, watching Johnny's retreating figure, an aura of menace trailing him. The recent buzz about Owen possibly being transferred to Riverdale had the office swirling with hidden currents and power plays.