This photo, it’s said to be her, but not entirely.
The woman in the photo had Elly Campbell’s face, but the body wasn’t hers.
The body donned a tight, white business suit that half-revealed the chest, a type of clothing she didn’t have in her wardrobe, and she had never taken such a seductive and suggestive photo.
Elly Campbell’s eyes narrowed deeply.
It seemed that the target was really her, not Brayman.
Thinking this, Elly Campbell actually felt somewhat relieved.
Apart from James Campbell and Sophie Baker, there weren’t many others she was truly on bad terms with.
Sophie Baker was about to be sentenced, so it was likely just James Campbell targeting her.
Only James Campbell would resort to such despicable and underhanded tactics.
Her gaze coldly fixed on the altered photo of herself in the post, and as she read the obscene comments below, the chill in her eyes deepened even further.
"Have you not traced the address from which the post was made yet?"
"The Technical Department has been on it, but the protection on the perpetrator’s computer is very high-end. Our team hasn’t been able to trace the IP address yet," replied Edward Wood.
At this, Elly Campbell’s brow furrowed even more tightly.
The technical staff within Brayman Group, even if not the best in the country, were at least among the top in the industry. Yet such a group couldn’t even trace the IP of a single post.
The adversary seemed to be a computer expert as well.
Although James Campbell wasn’t much of a capable person, now that he controlled the entire Campbell Corporation, hiring such an expert wouldn’t be a difficult task for him.
"Chairman, Mr. Ainley, our company’s stock price has hit the limit down," said the manager of the marketing department anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Elly Campbell twisted her eyebrows and glanced at the wall clock. It hadn’t been long since the stock market opened. Could their company’s stock price have plummeted to a halt in such a short time?
"Chairman, those workers downstairs have been shouting for justice for a worker named Edward Wood and are asking you to go out."
"The post online has revealed our company name and address, claiming we disregard human lives. Chairman, I think someone is deliberately targeting us."
"Have the Technical Department continue to look for the poster’s IP address, Mr. Ainley, I need you to come to the hospital with me. I will see that worker."
"There are also a lot of protesting workers and family members crowded in the hospital now. I’m worried about your safety if you go now," replied Greenhill Ainley.
Elly Campbell had already considered this, but only by meeting with them could she devise a strategy in response.
"Let’s go there first and see."
Fortunately, the protesting workers were all crowded at the company’s front door, so Elly Campbell and Greenhill Ainley left by the back door.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Elly Campbell continued to scroll through the Twitter posts about their company.
—— This female boss dresses so provocatively, she must have a background in prostitution, right?
—— Agree with above. Only a beast would be this inhumane—to bully a powerless worker.
—— That worker must be cursed to have to work for such a person.
—— Slutty bitch, does your husband know how slutty you are?
—— Slutty bitch, are you so heartless it doesn’t hurt? Keep formation below.
—— Slutty bitch, am I the only one who thinks that not only is this bitch slutty, she’s also ugly?
—— No, you’re not the only one who thinks that.
Every single comment targeted her, each one more offensive than the last.