Inside the dimly lit study of the Blackwood estate, Sam stood before Lucien's desk, adjusting his glasses as he delivered his morning briefing.
"Your Majesty," he reported smoothly, "our cyber teams noticed that the smear campaign targeting Miss Ivy was forcibly scrubbed from all global servers overnight. Additionally, Olivia attempted to launch two fresh waves of slander this morning, but both were intercepted and suppressed before they could gain traction."
Lucien sat back in his armchair with a crystal glass of bourbon resting loosely in his fingers. He didn't look surprised.
"It was Adrian," Sam added. "He bypassed Silvercrest's official PR channels entirely, spending a massive personal fortune to hire independent private networks to wipe the data clean."
He shook his hea
