Chapter 337

No matter how harsh the previous customers had been, who could resist the allure of essentially receiving a brand-new, top-tier drone for free?

The entrance of Thornfield Industries was soon swarmed with returning clients.

Evelyn didn’t leave the office until well past nine that night.

She slid into her car and sped toward home.

The twins were likely asleep by now.

Once everything settled, she wanted nothing more than to stay home and soak up every moment with them.

Her phone buzzed abruptly.

Glancing at the screen, she tapped her Bluetooth earpiece and answered.

"Evelyn! Have you seen the absolute nonsense on social media? I'm fuming!" Sophie's voice crackled with fury through the line. "You practically handed out free drones to those ungrateful people, and yet they're still dragging your name through the mud!"

Evelyn had anticipated this.

Vincent had warned her—unless she surrendered their core technology, he’d ensure she never operated smoothly in Eldermere again.

She was up against over eighty percent of the domestic market’s financial power.

No matter what she did, they’d tear her down and smear her reputation.

All she could do now was endure.

She believed in her product. It would speak for itself.

"I haven’t looked. And neither should you," Evelyn replied calmly.

"How can I ignore it when it’s right there? I’m already clapping back at those trolls for you!" Sophie huffed. "I’ve rallied all my friends to support Thornfield Industries. You’ve got this!"

"Thank you. I just… don’t know what comes next."

"If you need help, I’m here!" Sophie declared, then abruptly shifted topics. "Oh, and I’m definitely not going to Dominic Blackwood’s engagement party tomorrow."

Evelyn couldn’t help but laugh.

"You don’t have to do that, Sophie."

"Oh, I absolutely do! That slimy bastard and that scheming witch, Zoe Montgomery? No way am I subjecting myself to their disgusting lovefest."

Sophie’s tone was so vehement that Evelyn didn’t argue further.

Meanwhile, at the Blackwood estate, Dominic stepped out of the shower, restless despite the late hour.

He poured himself a glass of wine and settled at the bar, scrolling through the latest headlines about Thornfield Industries.

Their latest business strategy seemed reckless at first glance—but it was undeniably brilliant.

The best way to combat bad press wasn’t to hide, but to face it head-on with sincerity.

Yet, the internet remained merciless.

Some claimed Evelyn Thorne had orchestrated the whole thing as a publicity stunt.

Others accused her of plotting to monopolize the market—once she crushed her competitors, she’d slash quality and hike prices, recouping every penny lost now.

The most absurd rumor? That all of Evelyn’s funding came from foreign investors. Buying from Thornfield Industries was allegedly lining foreign pockets.

Within hours, the hashtag #BoycottThornfieldIndustries had exploded past a hundred million views.

If this continued, Evelyn might never recover.

Dominic’s grip tightened around his wineglass.

She was being torn apart by the domestic market, and he could do nothing but watch.

She wouldn’t accept his help.

He didn’t realize how dark his expression had become.

At seven the next morning, breaking news erupted across social media, crashing servers under the sheer volume of traffic.

Dominic was jolted awake by his ringing phone.

He answered with a scowl.

Whatever he heard on the other end had him throwing off the covers and lunging out of bed.