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    “By the way, remember that mess with the leaked photos a while back? Surprise, surprise — the guy in the middle of it was Jarrod Morgan, their so-called pride and joy!”


    “Are you kidding me? No wonder the whole family’s a disaster. Rot starts at the roots.”


    Once they’d ripped the Morgans to pieces,izens shifted their sights to the influencers who had once fawned over Rosanna.


    “Those influencers? Complete Rosanna followers. A perfect example of guilt by association. They used Maia of being some rich man’s mistress with no proof at all. Anyone can run their mouth. I’ve already unfollowed them.”


    “Have you checked out their photos? All fake setups. I’m sure during the day, they act like royalty, and by night, they’re on livestreams, scrambling for coupons like broke college students.”


    “Pathetic. True elegance can’t be bought. It’s all about how you carry yourself. Maybe instead of constantly editing your selfies, you should focus on earning a degree that won’t get exposed.”


    Faced with the online firestorm, those influencers seethed in private. None of them had expected that hitching their wagon to Rosanna would cost them thousands of followers — and their credibility.


    Trying to post anything only made it worse. Every word got drowned out by a tidal wave of mockery.


    Meanwhile, Rosanna’s own situation hit rock bottom. Losing over half a million followers was brutal enough, but the real pain was seeing her Facebook page turn into a public execution.


    Never before had Rosanna tasted true inte shame until now.


    Across town, Morgan Enterprises’ once-quiet Facebook page blew up — but not with anything they wanted. Trolls swarmed in by the thousands, tearing them apart with brutalments.


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    At the same time, Maia’s following skyrocketed. In just a few short hours, her Facebook ount gained over a million new fans, and thement section flooded with support.


    “Maia doesn’t waste breath. She just drops cold, hard evidence. Respect.”


    “So what if she did time? Honestly, looking at how shady the Morgans are, she probably got set up.”


    “Exactly! Even Vicki, a Morgan herself, didn’t trust them. I wouldn’t put it past them to sacrifice Maia to save their reputation.”


    “At least Maia never lied to us. Compared to the Morgans, she’s a damn hero. I’m sticking with her.”


    At the Morgan Vi, Rosanna red at the flood of hatefulments online, her body trembling uncontrobly. Anger burned so fiercely in her chest that she thought she might explode.


    There was no way she could let anyone know that Maia had teamed up with the jewelry store owner to swap the bracelet. After all, Rosanna had been the one to initiate the sale of the bracelet, posting such a long, emotional message about it. If theizens found out she had nned to sell the bracelet, wouldn’t that only confirm her hypocrisy?


    That was why she had fabricated the story about Maia stealing the bracelet. At the time, it seemed like a wless n. Now, it had blown up in her face, leaving her aughingstock.


    Any attempt at defending herself would only pour gasoline on the fire.


    She kept writing and erasing posts on her social media, each one feeling more useless than thest, until frustration got the better of her. The phone slipped from her hand andnded on the couch with a dull thud.


    Sitting beside her, Sandra let out a long, weary sigh. “Imagine that. Vicki actually recorded a video for Maia and had her name engraved on the bracelet. It was supposed to be a symbol of inheritance and meaning. Richard and I didn’t even have a clue!”


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