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"Just some ugly freak—no one worth mentioning!" There was, in fact, a horribly scarred person on the island today. Rumor had it they had been through a fire. York ignored her, turning instead to Quinn. "Where are the island's people?" Besides Luna's crew and those who had arrived with York, the place was empty. The guards who were supposed to be stationed here were nowhere to be seen. "I drove them off," Luna chimed in, thinking York didn't care about me in the slightest. She leeched off his apathy and became even more brazen. "I really love the scenery here. How about I move in?"

"I am so going to sue that Indigo news station! Every single person there is going to lie for this humiliation." "I agree," Richard murmured as Patricia left and reached for his phone. "Who are you calling?" I folded my arms. "Grand Peter, a senior associate. I just want to ask him... If he's seen the news yet?”

“Don’t open the app yet.” Ruby’s stomach dropped. “Why?” Zara appeared on her other side, jaw clenched. “Because it’s bad.” That was all it took. Ruby pulled out her phone. The gossip app refreshed on instinct. NEW POST — VERIFIED SOURCE Kingston Family Scandal Brewing? Insider Claims Trouble at St. Celeste. Her heart thudded painfully. She tapped. The post was vague—deliberately so. No names beyond Kingston. No details beyond whispers of “financial misconduct,” “influence abuse,” and “evidence circulating among students.”

I, Lincoln Shaw, was determined to be a player for life. Facing this innocent college guy, all I wanted was to escape quickly. "Here, this is 200 dollars. Keep it. Actually, I don't know if it was your first time, so here's another 300. That's all I have in my wallet." "What do you mean? Are you dumping me already?" he suddenly asked angrily. "No, no. We're not lovers, so you can't call it dumping. At most, it was just a one-night stand."

“Who the fuck came up with this nonsense?” “And how do you expect me to know?” he replied casually, seeming like he was enjoying this. “Talk to Me is like the most popular gossip site in the city. Whatever news they post is always authentic. You should…I don’t know probably ask one of their workers,” he chuckled lowly so I wouldn’t notice.

His gaze turned a little more gentle as he said, "You look better like this." Maisie looked annoyed. "Well, it's all your fault for being such a successful businessman, Mr. Ford. If I were to leave the house looking like this every day, the media would probably make you out to be a frugal man who refuses to buy his wife something nice to wear." He rubbed his nose without saying anything.

Then I paid for the platform's highest level of promotion. People online moved fast, and it didn't take long for the video to reach them. This was no longer an era when the first person to post automatically won. I presented a complete chain of evidence, and public opinion turned quickly. "Some children repay their parents. Others come into the world for revenge." "Speaking up for this mother. She's been through enough." "Stop slandering your mom." I watched the comments, and my heart shook. I'd returned to life intending to outmaneuver them, but tears still kept pouring down my face.

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

He slowly smiles at me. A chuckle comes out of my mouth, he doesn’t even have any idea what my life was going through, come to his mother’s funeral right, and I have to be free to be able to go some place. “I really didn’t have access to a TV you know, living in a park bench doesn’t let you have those luxuries. And after you have been kidnapped and drugged you really don’t have the right mindset to get news from around you.” I stare at him clenching my jaw trying not to get mad at him again. He doesn’t say anything and hangs his head low and stares down at the floor silently.

“What happened? Did the audience talk nonsense?” “The audience is fine, I’m used to them already. What makes me angry the most is the jerk whose name is Griffin Jones. He’s gotten himself a name called God of Knives. He is playing some trick by cooking and grabbing all of my viewers. My channel doesn’t have any viewers, so why should I still do it?” “Griffin Jones? God of Knives?” Donell frowned. He had heard of this name recently, and the guy seemed to be quite famous.