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    Joanna’s tone was filled with fury. “I’ve seen the video. It appears unaltered. It seems my brother really did sleep with Kathy! Norah! I can’t ept it.” Her voice quivered, the hint of tears unmistakable.


    Joanna’s animosity toward Kathy ran deep, rooted in Kathy’s past actions and the harm she had attempted against Norah. She loathed every aspect of Kathy, from her looks to her character. Now, with the news of Kathy’s so-called one-night stand with Bryson spreading like wildfire throughout Glophia, how could Joanna not feel utterly shattered?


    “Before I called you, I spoke with my brother. He said he would exin everything when hees to see me. But I don’t want to see him at all. What should I do, Norah?” Tears welled up in Joanna’s eyes as she clutched her phone, a sense of helplessness gnawing at her core. It was her own brother who had slept with Kathy, and Joanna was more upset than anyone.


    “He’s surrounded by countless women. He’s got a flock of female secretaries, all of them stunning. So why would he choose Kathy?” Joanna continued her tirade, reeling in disbelief, not giving Norah a chance to speak.


    Norah, trying to calm the situation, advised, “Alright. My suggestion is to hear Bryson out once he arrives. I’m currently tied up with an operation, to attend to I’ll catch up with youter.” With a puzzled expression, Norah hung up, unable to understand why Bryson would be involved with Kathy. After all, he was known for his discerning taste in women. She decided to investigate further once she finished her work.


    Exiting the mour Club and entering his office, Bryson was filled with trepidation, sensing an impending storm. One of his female secretaries knocked before entering, holding a stack of documents.


    “Mr. Andrews, here are the materials for the afternoon meeting,” she said. The secretary wore a seductive business outfit that clung to her slender waist, entuating her ample bust and rounded curves.


    After cing the documents on his desk, she lingered by his side, her delicate features wearing an enigmatic expression.


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    Bryson furrowed his brow. “Is there something else?”


    “Mr. Andrews, there’s a viral video circting on the local entertainment news,” she said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “And it’s about you.”


    She gave a slight bow, revealing her ample cleavage. “Feel free to reach out if you need anything, Mr. Andrews.”


    She hadn’t expected Bryson, with his facade of gentility and wlessness, to be involved in secret affairs and so uninhibited in bed. Women were often attracted to bad boys.


    She realized she found Bryson more appealing now.


    Bryson tapped his phone, opening the news app. The trending story immediately caught his eye.


    “Glophia Andrews’ son caught in a steamy affair! Spotted with lover at a hotel. The scene reeks of scandal.” A video apanied the article, capturing the moans of both a man and a woman. The man’s face was unmistakably Bryson’s.


    Bryson’s grip ckened in disbelief, causing his phone to tumble onto the table. The video had spread like wildfire across various social tforms. The woman was mostly obscured by Bryson’s form, her voice only intermittently discernible. They had been photographed while engaged in sex!


    Bryson felt crushed.


    His phone rang loudly, a shrill tone piercing the air. He covered his ears, his face filled with utter destion. All he wanted was solitude. He didn’t want to face anyone.


    Having drunk heavily the previous night, his recollection was clouded. He couldn’t remember a single detail. But the man in the footage was undeniably him, and the room matched the one where he had stayed the night before.


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