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    Rosie’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw Brenna, but she continued her conversation with Ellie. “All’s decided, then. Tomorrow, Maxley and I will stop by your studio for fittings.”


    Ellie and Rosie exchanged contact details. Just then, there was amotion, people surging toward the dressing room.


    Brenna, Ellie, and Lilith followed, peering through the crowd to see two naked figures dashing toward the hotel rooms from the dressing room. Phones shed as onlookers snapped photos and recorded videos.


    “Who are they?”


    “How shameless, doing something so scandalous in the dressing room!”


    “It must have been wild—look at their clothes,pletely shredded!”


    “Isn’t that man Mr. Chapman?”


    “Who’s the woman? Her figure’s quite stunning from behind.”


    Ernst stood at the crowd’s edge, his bodyguards discreetly forwarding him the photos they had taken before slipping away.


    Inside a hotel room, Gracie and Waldo mmed the door shut, bothpletely naked.


    Despite being a man, Waldo dreaded humiliation and was consumed by frustration and embarrassment, his thoughts stuck on the moment Brenna had pinned him down with her foot and shredded his clothes. The material had been high-quality and durable, yet Brenna, despite her small build, had ripped it apart easily.


    “She is such a bitch!” Waldo hissed through clenched teeth, pulling Gracie close, his lips and hands wandering over her.


    Gracie pushed back fiercely, humiliated after being exposed to countless onlookers. Though she had hidden her face while fleeing the dressing room, photos had been taken, and though her identity might remain unknown, the disgrace burned.


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    Waldo’s animalistic groping only deepened her fury and mortification. Noticing her defiance, Waldo paused and said, “Yield to me, and I’ll guarantee you this project and a solid foothold in the Mitchell Group.”


    Only then did Gracie stop resisting.


    After some time, Waldo phoned his assistant to bring them fresh clothes.


    Sprawled on the bed, Gracie and Waldo schemed their revenge.


    “We get revenge now,” Waldo said bitterly. “Brenna snappedpromising photos of me, intimate ones, and you, too. Don’t forget. She’s ckmailing us to stay silent about what happened.”


    Gracie boiled with rage, recalling Brenna’s parting threat. Brenna had said that if they dared leak the footage of her changing, she would share their explicit photos online.


    “What should we do? Are we just going to ept this?” Gracie asked.


    Waldo had no immediate solution. “We’ll get our revenge eventually. A chance wille.”


    Just as they finished putting on their clothes, a knock at the door jolted them.


    “Who’s there?” Waldo snapped, irritated.


    “It’s me, Rosie.”


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