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Friends had been sending her the same link. She tapped it. Her eyes widened. Everything that happened at Randall's house was online. In the video, Elliot was sprawled on the ground, covered in marks, shaking so badly that it was visible even through the screen. She knew that look. That was one of his episodes. Olivia couldn't believe it. Telling the truth about her other life had led to this. She pushed Elliot's mom to her death and drove him deeper into his illness. "I'm sorry… I didn't know…"

His eyes were red-rimmed from humiliation, and he shot me a resentful look as colleagues whispered among themselves. How amusing. I wasn't the one who sent him in there with those files, and I definitely wasn't the one who chewed him out, so why the hell was he glaring at me? After Maxim returned to his seat, the barrage of bullet comments popped up even faster, and I picked up some new information from them. According to the comments, I, William Stein, was the villainous supporting character in a novel and was currently in an office romance with Charmaine. Maxim was her first love, but they had gone their separate ways due to a misunderstanding. As a result, she started dating me out of spi

"Escort them out." Clara's gaze met mine, full of smugness, her lips curling up. Her look said, "You can't even compare to me." Justin's eyes flickered with hesitation, his expression unreadable. Finally, as if granting me some kind of favor, he said, "Maxine, if you come over to me right now, I'll forget about all your lies." I couldn't help but laugh, genuinely laugh. Where did Justin get this kind of delusional confidence?

"They'll believe me because people are idiots and they love drama. And who's going to call out a poor pregnant girl rejected by a heartless millionaire? Come on, this is a soap opera cliché. People eat that stuff up!" Maxine nodded, defeated. "Don't be so sure," she murmured, turning her back to leave. "Nun!" Izzy called after her, and Maxine glanced back one last time. "Start packing your things from my future husband's house, because after tonight, I guarantee you'll never see him again." Maxine had walked out of that store, and now, six hours later, she was sitting on the studio couch as a projector played that exact conversation word-for-word on a big screen. The video was crystal clear,

Max took out his phone and called his assistant who reminded him, “Mr. D’Cruz, are you sure you want to do this? If Charmine finds out, she might actually publish your clip to the world…” Max was hit with the memory right then and there, and he wanted to facepalm. How could he forget that? Charmine was an evil woman, and she had threatened him to do this. If he took the risk, he could not take the consequences. “Forget it! Don’t do anything. I’ll think of something else!” Max hung up. He looked through his contacts before his eyes landed on one particular person: [Mckenzie Houston]. In the laboratory... McKenzie was working on an app design when her phone beeped with a notification.

It was because someone was waiting for him downstairs, and they needed to hurry, plus she used to be a nurse, so she was used to seeing naked bodies. After removing the plaster and cleaning up the sticky residue that was left behind, Alexa and Maxime headed out of Austin’s room. Maxime’s spine went taut when they opened the door and outside Austin’s room stood The President. Maxime knew Ethan and Austin held a grudge towards Alexa’s father, Andrew. And now, she was afraid that the President might take action against her friend. ‘I need to hide Alexa from Mr. Albert Morris… My poor friend. I don’t want everyone to hate her just because she’s the daughter of that sinful man.’ Maxime tried to s

Breanna laughed with a cough. 'They won't like that I used to be a stripper.' She mumbled after a beat. 'I don't care, I like you, stripper or not, student or not, traumatized or not.' She laughed again. But all her fears flew out the window as soon as Helen started saying stories of how Maxwell used to have terrible dermatitis all over his skin, when he was little so he would run around naked. They did not waste any opportunity to tell her embarrassing stories of him, but somehow, she still felt naked without him. Like the empty feeling of not having a purse or a bag.

Angelina had to avert her eyes as she just couldn't handle the extraordinary coldness. It took a great deal of effort to muster the courage to say what she needed to say. "This is who I am, sir, just as you demanded to know. I'm an ordinary singer at the nightclub, a waitress and a barista. I am Angelina McQueen, the woman who dressed as your little man. As for why I did that…" Angelina paused to take a deep breath due to the gravity of what she was about to reveal but before she could utter another word, she suddenly saw the flash of movement as Maxwell stormed his way out of the cafe furiously and extremely fast, just like a fired missile.

So I had to ask, I needed to know if he knew X and how much he could put you in danger. —What about it? — Don’t worry, he just said he met you in Senegal and there was no man with you but Richard. So he asked me if you and Richard had an affair, but I strongly denied it. — If you have any questions about X ask me. - I say annoyed.— You have exposed a personal situation to a stranger, Filo. That is not acceptable. — So tell me, what’s X like? —Believe me, he is totally different from the financier. - I answer by starting the car once again.

the doctor chuckled. Evangeline's heart skipped a beat, fearing it might be Zach. However, as the door swung open, it revealed Klein standing there. He entered the room and took a seat beside Evangeline, but her mood immediately soured at the sight of him. "Good morning, Dr. Richards," Maximilian Klein greeted as he entered the room. "I'm Maximilian Klein, Evangeline's husband."