---- Chapter 20 Eve, Samuel, and Robert were having dinner together. Suddenly, Eve's phone started buzzing incessantly, disrupting the quiet dining room. Eve apologetically picked up her phone and glanced at it. Her face suddenly darkened. It was a barrage of messages from her friends. They asked what was happening on Twitter's trending topics. "The Costa family's Scandal: Mafia Princess Assaults Father's Mistress, Leading to Heart Failure." She clicked on it and saw a video compilation and several misleading photos. Samuel noticed Eve's unusual expression and immediately put down his knife. He asked, "What's wrong?" Eve turned her phone toward him. On the screen, malicious comments from netizens kept Popping up. "Just because she is rich? Look at Eve acting all high and mighty. It's sickening! | support Alina. This mafia family should've been eradicated long ago!" ---- "| heard she killed her mother to inherit the family fortune. Now she's bullying a poor, helpless illegitimate daughter. Someone should dig up this bitch's dirty past and ruin her!" Samuel's face turned grim. "Paid trolls are stirring things up, and influencers are being paid off. Vickie is really not to be underestimated." Robert noticed Eve and Samuel and said in a stern voice, "Let me see it." Eve put the phone in front of Robert. He squinted at it for a few seconds and then suddenly threw his napkin on the table in a rage. He slammed his hand down so hard that the silverware clattered. "I'll make sure they regret their words: Just then, the butler rushed into the dining room with sweat on his forehead. "Mr. Costa, there are already over fifty reporters and protesters gathered at the manor's entrance. Some carried signs demanding justice. They want us to hand over Eve." Robert clenched his fists until his knuckles turned pale. "These idiots are courting death." Eve suddenly stood up. Her movements were swift and decisive, filled with killing intent. "Prepare a press conference. I'll give an interview in the garden in an hour." Robert jumped to his feet abruptly. "Are you out of your mind? ---- The internet is screaming for your blood!" "Dad, you taught me well." Eve's voice was icy. "The more | retreat, the more they'll attack like vultures. What | need to do is go on the offensive."