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    She opened a folderbeled ‘Learning Materials,’ and, unsurprisingly, it contained explicit videos of him with various women, many of whom were young.


    These were the evidences. She sent one of the files to Korbin’s phone with a message: “This is just the beginning.”


    She proceeded to copy all the videos onto her sh drive, which included one particrly concerning folder named “Derek Carter,” and then created a new folder named “Korbin Ramsey.”


    Moreover, there were several other files, some containing evidence that needed to be submitted to the police.


    Since Korbin’s scheme had worked, he strolled through the emergency department and saw Norah reassigned to the triage. Since she had upset him, she would have to face the consequences. Didn’t shee here to learn medical skills? He had bluntly pushed her and her colleagues at Silver Boulder aside, telling the hospital’s higher-ups that they needed to build up their basic skills and experience to be ready to treat and save patients.


    As he expected, the higher-ups quickly agreed. The new rule would only be in effect for seven days. Yet, this week was bound to be a tense one for all doctors at Silver Boulder Private Hospital. Korbin spent the entire day in high spirits because of this situation.


    He opened an anonymously sent video, but after only a moment, he hastily turned it off, rushed to hisputer next to the desk, and essed his files.


    His files remained untouched on hisputer. Who could have sent him that video?


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    He was in a state of panic. These were videos he had kept private, viewed only when he was alone at home. How did someone else get this video?


    And this was just the beginning? What beginning? What was the sender trying to do?


    Korbin felt his heart racing, clearly agitated. Norah, after copying the videos, selected several particrly incriminating ones and documented all the misconduct Korbin hadmitted over the recent years in a file. She then sent it anonymously to the email of the president of Concord Hospital. If the president didn’t take action, she would handle it on her own.


    Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.


    “Hello, I’m the police. Please open the door.”


    Norah listened intently to the voice outside. “Hello, is anyone there? I’m the police.”


    Norah had only just returned home. She had been upied up until now, and it was now getting dark. She checked the surveince video and saw a police officer in uniform, standing at her door with a notebook in his hand.


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