Michael stood at the front of the group, his face twisted with rage. "Andrew, answer me—was that viral video your doing? Were you the one who sabotaged me at the studio?
"You're going to clear my name today and restore my reputation, or I swear, this won't end well for you!"
Andrew glanced at him and let out a chuckle. "Mr. Rhodes, you're looking pretty good. I saw the video, and even I have to admit—you sure know how to move your ass. And those hair on your chest and legs… damn, absolutely sensational."
Michael's life had turned into a nightmare. If he was not hiding at his company, he was locked up at home.
Going out in public was a disaster—he had to stay fully disguised, making sure not a single inch of his face was exposed.
The moment people recognized him, phones came out, cameras flashed, and strangers started whispering and pointing.
The worst part? Those outspoken middle-aged women and elderly folks who hated public indecency had no sense of boundaries. They would
