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    “Look at the evidence! Maia’s a homewrecker and a kept woman. We were right all along!”


    “Remember when you all defended her and called us liars? Bet you feel pretty stupid now.”


    “It’s sickening. One moment everyone’s worshipping her, the next they’re dragging innocent people through the mud. Are all of Maia’s fans fake ounts paid to make her look good?”


    The bacsh spread like wildfire, swallowing up every tform it touched.


    At the same moment, Rosanna finally broke her silence with a public post.


    “Dearizens, my friends only exposed the situation about Maia being kept because they wanted to help me retrieve myte grandmother’s cherished heirloom. Please stop attacking them. They meant well. It’s my fault for misunderstanding my grandmother’s intentions, which led to this series of events. The bracelet incident was my mistake, and I sincerely apologize to everyone. But I hope you can focus on the facts and give my friends the fairness they deserve.”


    To reach more eyes, Rosanna tagged all her friends and paid to boost the post. Rosanna’s well-timed show of vulnerability hit its mark.


    Her fans, touched by what seemed like genuine sincerity, quickly rallied behind her. Some even felt guilty for ever doubting her, and a growing number of former followers quietly found their way back.


    “We shouldn’t have doubted Rosanna. Maia yed us all for fools!”


    “Rosanna’s the real victim here! How could she have such a terrible sister?”


    “Stand with Rosanna! Kick Maia out of Wront for good!”


    In no time, the tide of public sympathy shifted yet again. The inte, true to its ever-changing moods, swarmed against Maia without a second thought.


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    On the other side of the chaos, Maia’s team finally pulled a win.


    “Boss, you owe me big time for this one,” grumbled the caller, slumping into a chair. “I swear, another day of this and I’ll be hospitalized.”


    Maia barely spared him a nce. “Save the drama. Just spit it out.”


    “You really do know me too well,” he said, shing a sheepish grin. “Anyway, about the second half of the project… can we pick up the pace? The client’s breathing down my neck so hard, I might pass out.”


    Before the caller could even argue, Maia cut him off with a final order. “You upload the video. We’ll sort the project detailster,” she said, then ended the call without waiting for a reply.


    She barely had time to set her phone down before it lit up with another iing call.


    “Boss! I swear, I didn’t even touch the upload button! Someone else posted the video first!”


    What?


    Maia’s brows furrowed sharply. She snatched her phone back up and tapped open Facebook. There it was. An ount under the name “Justiceze” had already posted the footage with a screaming headline: “Breaking News! The Real Story Uncovered — You Won’t Believe Your Eyes!” The video was already surging up the trending charts.


    Without hesitation, Maia pressed y.


    What she saw left no room for doubt. Not only had the entire dinner with Vincenzo been captured, but the footage had been cleaned up, sharpened, and polished to full HD quality. Every nce, every word, and every gesture was visible from multiple angles, so crisp it almost looked staged.


    The audio? As clear as if they were speaking directly into the viewers’ ears.


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