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he held it open as the cameras zoomed in and the live stream became more active. “And just incase you may need to verify the authenticity, you are free to call the lab.” “Those could be fake for all we know so stop this drama already,” Cassidy attempted to stop him as she smelt trouble brewing. “Yes indeed. Mr Harrington, those could have been swapped with someone else's by mistake or something,” Mr Jenkins said in confusion. “Please Mr Jenkins, I understand your concern but I assure you that I am not finished yet.” He raised a slim stack of receipts stapled together, “These receipts are for each procedure of a facial reconstruction surgery that this imposter went through to become Cassidy O

“ I will have to show you, Sir. She bribed the club not to make these tapes public, and no, you didn’t sleep with her, but she...” “Nearly gave me a blowjob?” Javier remarked. “That is true, but not nearly. She did, but only for less than a minute.” Henry stroked the area around his temples. “I apologize, boss. Before giving it to you, I had to double-check everything. Thus, I saw your cock. It was a necessary component of my inquiry.” Ethan chuckled. “Henry, why are you acting as though this is your first time seeing my cock?”

"You're wearing a Patek Philippe Nautilus in the boardroom footage. In this photo, the wrist has a Rolex Daytona. Similar silhouette, but different lug width." Liam looked at his own wrist. The Nautilus glinted in the blue light. "So it's fake," Liam said. "Definitively." "Mathematically impossible to be real," Chen corrected. "The metadata was scrubbed, but they made a mistake. They left a ghost artifacts from the source image of the woman. It was taken last week. In a studio in Brooklyn." Liam felt a surge of vindication so strong it made him dizzy. It wasn't just his word anymore. It wasn't just a defensive plea through a locked door. It was science.

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

he barked, his voice sharp. I stepped forward, my voice calm, my mind racing. “Then it’s good that we came to you first,” I said with a smile. “There have been lies going around about Miss Hart—like this nude photo,” I pulled out my phone, my fingers steady despite the stakes. He took my phone staring at the photos like he hadn’t seen them before. “Those photos are fake, clearly photoshopped to dent her name,” I continued, my voice calm. “The original photos belong to a stock model and Isabella’s face was only manipulated on it.”

She said. Nathan quickly assured her and replied, "This is fake blood!" Hilda continued to sob. "I saw a big hole in your stomach, though!" "That's fake as well. Look at this.." He answered. Toby held the fake stomach that Nathan had used earlier. When he put it on his body, it looked very surreal. Since it was night time, it had been effectively disguised. Hilda was dumbfounded. She had probably experienced too many things in a day and her brain couldn't seem to digest all of it.

“I was aware. And I trust my fiancé completely.” Nikolai’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Good, she thought. Feel it. Sebastian nodded approvingly. Another voice cut through the room. “Miss Ashbourne, there are photos circulating online suggesting intimacy between you and Mr. Ravenhart prior to this announcement. Can you confirm their authenticity?” The room exploded into noise. Sebastian raised a hand, but Nikolai spoke first. “Those images are manipulated,” he said firmly. “AI-generated. We are pursuing legal action.”

After a while, the company called to say that the photo was indeed fake, altered by Photoshop. It was fake! Lydia felt a wave of relief and joy; Henry had not lied to her. "If you look closely, there's a tiny mole just below my neck in the photo. But I don't have that mole," Henry said, tilting his head so Lydia could see clearly. Lydia examined it closely and indeed found it to be true. She could not help but ask, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" "I just noticed it too. Besides, this small detail can only serve as corroboration. You probably wouldn't have believed me even if I told you earlier," Henry explained.

"Denying doesn't change the truth." I wanted to hit him or yell at him, but I couldn't. I didn't want to do anything that could idiotically draw attention away from the screen. I forced myself to seal my lips and shift my eyes to Matthews. "As you can see, someone pasted a part of Mr. Hart's picture taken from the red carpet, shifted his silhouette using a 3D net, and corrected the lights and shades. It wasn't that hard to realize that this photo is fake. Our specialist disassembled the pieces of this manipulation in less than a few minutes," Matthews stated, and I grinned at the word "specialist." Kevin should have been proud of himself.

Guests covered their mouths in horror, phone flashes going off like crazy, the shutter sounds like dense gunfire. Isolde's smile froze instantly, then twisted. She rushed toward the console like a madwoman. "Turn it off! Turn it off! It's fake! It's AI-generated! Someone is trying to frame me!" "Fake?" Caspian walked down the stage, approaching her step by step. He took a thick stack of investigation reports and slammed them into her face. "Forging medical records, child abuse, instigating kidnapping, and even playing the victim in my marriage with Ivy... Isolde, it's a pity your acting didn't win you an Oscar."