Swift Family Residence.
Stephanie sat in the vast living room, her fingers drumming rhythmically against the couch's armrest as she scrolled through Tea Time Gossip's latest article. Her sharp eyes skimmed over every detail, her lips pressing into a thin line as she finished reading.
She had already seen the video footage from the lawyer she sent to the courthouse—Olivia's outburst, her lack of control, the sheer humiliation she brought upon herself. But seeing it dissected so brutally in an article for the world to read was something else entirely.
With a sigh, she placed her phone down and raised a hand, summoning the butler. "Go and get Olivia."
The butler gave a polite nod and left to carry out her order.
Minutes later, Olivia arrived, her irritation evident. "You sent for me?"
Stephanie gave her a pointed look. "Do you know what composure means?"
Olivia frowned, her posture stiffening. "Of course, I do."