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After returning to Serene Manor, Zoey spent the afternoon drawing sketches in her bedroom. After checking them and making sure there were no issues, she sent them to Leanna's email. She stretched and looked at the time displayed on her phone, it was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Several news articles suddenly popped up on the screen. [FN Entertainment's C-list actress Moriah exposed as a homewrecker!] [FN Entertainment: Minor actress Moriah beaten by the wife of her married lover!]

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