Chapter 292
It would have been even better if she had photos of Lydia actually in bed with Mr. Scott.
Unfortunately, no such photos existed yet. Perhaps Lydia hadn’t managed to sink her claws into Mr. Scott fully.
From here on out, Mira didn’t have to lift a finger. She just had to sit back and watch the show.
If her guess was right, Mrs. Scott would use Lydia’s private scandals to force her to resign from the Scott Group.
Terrified of the leak, Lydia would be desperate to wrap up the mess and would quickly pay the damages to the steakhouse.
Sure enough, before Mira even got home, Lenny called to report that Mrs. Scott had paid a visit to the station.
By that afternoon, the compensation funds for Solflare Hearth & Grill had been deposited.
Fifty million dollars was a stretch-the police operated within legal limits-but they comfortably secured ten million.
Even the customers who had been present received enough emotional distress compensation to cover a few more lavish dinners.
Back home, Mira logged onto her computer. Every major forum was flooded with netizens discussing the incident at the restaurant.
Even the Scott Group, where Lydia worked, was dragged into the spotlight by internet sleuths.
Mrs. Scott swiftly issued a public statement clarifying that Lydia’s actions were entirely her own and had no connection to the Scott Group.
The company announced Lydia’s immediate termination.
Mira initially planned to leak the photos of Lydia and Shane Porter online, but on second thought, sending them directly to Mrs. Porter would be far more entertaining.
There was a solid chance that Lexie Fontaine was actually Shane’s illegitimate daughter.
Actually, she would just tell Mrs. Porter straight up that Lydia’s daughter, Lexie, was Shane’s child.
As Shane’s mistress and accomplice, Lydia deserved the worst possible outcome.
If she dared to sabotage the steakhouse today, who knew what she would pull tomorrow?
It didn’t take long for the internet to uncover that Mrs. Scott had gone to
the station to threaten
Someone even managed to snap a photo and post it online.
But to Mira’s surprise, Mrs. Porter didn’t cause a public scene; she chose to keep things quiet.
Perhaps she wanted to protect Porter Entertainment’s stock, or maybe Shane had successfully placated her.
But Mira had no intention of letting the issue slide. She instructed her team to leak the photos of Lydia and Shane online anyway.
Naturally, it ignited another massive uproar.
“What? She’s Mr. Porter’s mistress? No wonder she went after the steakhouse. She was trying to get revenge for Azure Skillet p>
“Solflare Hearth & Grill completely wiped out Azure Skillet’s business, so the boss sent his mistress to retaliate p>
“Why wouldn’t he send his actual wife to do the dirty work p>
“Are you an idiot? A mistress operates in the shadows, so the backlash wouldn’t trace back to the Porter family. If the wife went, it would be an instant PR disaster p>
“Mr. Porter is playing 4D chess. A loyal wife at home, a ruthless mistress in the
streets. Even his sidepiece is a corporate asset p>
“Other guys get mistresses for romance; Mr. Porter gets one for corporate sabotage p>
“Pioneering new trends in infidelity p>
The internet was never short on gossips. The official Porter Entertainment social media pages which had just barely stabilized were overrun once again with insults and sarcastic remarks dominating the top comments.
For a while, every forum was filled with condemnations of the Porter family and relentless attacks on the mistress.
Mira scrolled through the comments for a moment, satisfied that her goal was met, and closed the laptop.
With this, Lydia wouldn’t be acting so arrogant anytime soon. Shane’s little pawn was effectively neutralized.
As for what happened to her next, that depended entirely on how much affection Shane truly had for her.
Mira was already packing her bags. Tomorrow, she was heading to Aethelgard with Gavin Hale and Aidan Chase.