Chapter 47: You Don't Mind?
(Lilith Moreau's POV)
The sound of shattering crystal echoed through my personal studio as another priceless artifact met the wall. My chest heaved with fury as I surveyed the destruction around me.
"Miss Moreau," Anya whispered, her glasses trembling on her nose. "The publishers... they refused our requests to remove the articles."
I whirled around, my eyes blazing. "What do you mean they refused?"
"Even the platform operators won't cooperate," she stammered. "They said the stories have too much public interest and—"
An perfume bottle flew past her head, exploding against the doorframe in a shower of glittering fragments. Anya ducked, tears streaming down her face.
"Useless!" I screamed. "All of you are completely useless!"
My carefully crafted
