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    Jarrod’s pride ran so deep that he would likely prefer death over humiliation. This punishment, Maia figured, had already gone far enough.


    Without hesitation, Maia anonymously uploaded the photos, tucked her phone into her pocket, and resumed her errands, her expression steady andposed.


    At a karaoke bar, Jarrod’s friends noticed his absence and scoured every corner of the ce, but he was nowhere to be found. Attempts to call him failed too — his phone was off.


    Jarrod never went anywhere without his phone, and he always answered, no matter the hour. A cold sense of unease settled among his friends, prompting them to call Sandra in rm.


    Sandra and Rosanna rushed to the scene, and after hearing the jumbled reports from Jarrod’s friends, they prepared to call the police. Suddenly, a frantic voice cried out, “Oh my God! Isn’t that Jarrod?”


    Sandra caught sight of the man, who eximed while clutching a phone. She immediately lunged to snatch it away, her heart pounding — only to be greeted by an indecent photo.


    The blood drained from her face; she swayed and almost copsed.


    Rosanna peered over her shoulder, and within seconds, she shrieked, pping both hands over her eyes.


    The scandalous images had already spread online, quickly climbing the trending charts.


    Although the man’s eyes and private parts were blurred, anyone familiar with Jarrod would recognize him at a nce.


    The shots were taken so artfully that they concealed the restraints on his wrists and ankles, instead capturing him in a moment of ecstasy.


    Thements flooding in were ruthless.


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    “What kind of sick y is this?”


    “People these days really will stoop to anything… Are even unkempt older women fair game? How twisted can you get?”


    “My poor eyes! I can’t unsee this. Forwarding to all my group chats so we can suffer together.”


    “Heard the guy in the photos is the son of some wealthy family. Want the name?”


    “I’m PMing you!”


    “Me too.”


    “Count me in.”


    The discussions spiraled wildly.


    Reading the vicious remarks, Sandra turned beet red with fury.


    Unable to stand another second, she dragged Rosanna out of the bar. On the way, Sandra frantically contacted a PR firm, burning through a fortune in an attempt to bury the trending scandal.


    The blownded hard, deepening the Morgan family’s already dire crisis. But even if the posts were suppressed, Sandra knew the photos would continue to circte privately like wildfire.


    Back at the Morgan vi, Sandra slumped onto the sofa, chest heaving, struggling to regain her breath. Was the Morgan family cursed?


    First, partners cut ties. Then Jarrod’s disgrace exploded across the inte. Meanwhile, Maia seemed to lurk in the background, fanning the mes. Sandra teetered on the brink of copse.


    Rosanna sat stiffly beside her, face troubled, unsure how to offerfort. What had gone so horribly wrong? How had Jarrod ended up in such a ce? Who had taken those vile photos?


    As evening fell, Richard stormed into the vi, his face twisted in rage. He stabbed a finger at Sandra’s nose as he roared, “This is the son you raised? He’s dragged our name through the mud!”


    Sandra, humiliated and overwhelmed, bit her bottom lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes.


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