Wyatt sat back, scrolling through Twitter on his phone, his frustration growing with each tweet he read.


    "People really have crap for brains, don''t they?" he muttered. "Get caught in a photo with someone and suddenly you''re a lowlife with a sketchy personal life? The logic here is just mind-boggling."


    When Mirabe first set up her Twitter ount, Wyatt was one of the first to follow her. After Owen inadvertently mentioned her in a tweet, rumors started flying that she was Juztin''s sister, and trolls swarmed her ount.


    Thement section had turned into a cesspool of hate. Wyatt noted that her follower count had plummeted by nearly two hundred thousand in less than half an hour.


    Curtis nced up from his screen, where he was tracking IP addresses, before quickly returning to his task.


    The phone rang, cutting through Wyatt''s string of curses. He straightened up, his expression tightening as he answered the call. After a brief exchange, he hung up, and an email notification pinged immediately after.


    "We''ve got a lead on where those photos came from," Wyatt announced,


    scanning the email. "Turns out Mirabe''s stepdad, Bernardo, hired someone to take them and then sent them to the district attorney''s office."


    James''s eyes narrowed. "What''s the motive?"


    Wyatt skimmed the email, then handed his phone to James. "Looks like the Gilbert family bid on a contract for the old town district''s redevelopment and lost. Seems like they''re out for revenge."


    He paused and added, "And before all this blew up, I heard her stepmom caused a scene at her school. The Gilberts probably knew about her connection to Owen. Mirabe refused to help them, and with some at city hall not happy about Owen''s new appointment, Bernardo''s photos were the perfect spark for a scandal."


    James handed the phone back after reviewing the information, his expression calm. "Sounds about right."


    "The viral tweet wasn''t directly from the Gilberts, but they definitely sent those photos anonymously to a well-known news agency in town. The editor is friends with one of the big shots at city hall," Wyatt snorted in disdain.


    Some people thought they were slick, but they couldn''t evade hiswork. Digging up dirt was easy for him.


    "I''ve tracked the IPs too," Curtis added, closing hisptop and setting it on the coffee table. "After filtering, several burner ounts were registered from a single IP. Theputer''s owner is a woman named Ling Luo, currently working as an assistant for someone named Michelle."


    At the mention of Michelle, Wyatt''s mind clicked. "So, she''s the one who leaked Mirabe''s details?"


    "Looks that way," Curtis said, stretching his neck. "That woman has been gunning for Mirabe on her streams for a while. She wouldn''t pass up a chance to smear her."


    "The depths of a woman''s jealousy are terrifying," Curtis remarked, frowning.


    Wyatt''s gaze settled on James. "Mirabe''s personal info is out there, and she''s still in school. If we don''t handle this right, it could be devastating for her."


    "Deleting her Twitter now would be pointless. We can''t control the narrative—it would only backfire."


    James''s eyes held a calm resolve, his chiseled features set in a mask of indifference. "Send the details to Owen," he instructed, his voice a calm directive amid the chaos.