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At that moment, Claire refreshed the page on her phone and let out a sharp gasp.

"Ms. Westwood, the post… it’s gone," she said, holding the phone up for Eleanor to see.

Eleanor, who had been pacing furiously, stopped in her tracks. "What do you mean, gone?"

"The post. It’s been deleted," Claire explained, her voice laced with confusion. "I just checked again, and it’s no longer there."

Allvar, who had been standing tensely, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Well, that’s something, at least. But it doesn't explain who’s behind this in the first place."

Eleanor narrowed her eyes, taking the phone from Claire to see for herself. Sure enough, the incriminating post had vanished without a trace. "This doesn’t make any sense," she muttered, handing the phone back. "Things don’t just disappear like that unless someone’s pulling strings."

Suddenly, Allvar’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, pulling it