Framed by the Adopted Brother
After the succession ceremony was hastily called to a halt, Susan, my assistant, anxiously approached me holding a phone.
“Miss Lyra, public opinion is getting worse by the minute. What should we do?”
I took the phone from her and patted her shoulder. “Don't worry. Rumors will collapse under their own weight.”
With that, I tapped into the livestream where my brother, Daniel, was currently broadcasting malicious information.
On the screen, he was leaning back leisurely on the sofa.