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    William looked over, saw the picture, and his face immediately darkened. “I don’t know her,” he said tly.


    Ste blinked, thenughed. “Obviously. If you did, she wouldn’t be out here asking strangers to help her find you.”<fne380> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on ?ovelFind</fne380>


    Since she didn’t seem suspicious, William rxed slightly and asked, “What’s her username?”


    Ste checked. “FoxySnowke.”


    William’s expression froze for half a second before he muttered, “What kind of ridiculous name is that?”


    He pulled out his phone again and quickly typed something in. Ste had no clue what he was doing, but he seemed weirdly serious.


    A few minutester, he let out a quiet breath and locked his phone.


    Too curious to resist, Ste asked, “Who were you texting just now?”


    “That Fox,” he replied without thinking.


    Ste raised a brow. “It’s FoxySnowke, actually.”


    Ste paused for a beat before asking, “So, what did you tell her? Did you give her your number?”


    William shot her a look, as if she had just asked the most ridiculous question. “Why would I give her my number? She posted my photo online without asking—she’s already crossing the line. I’m being generous by not suing her.”


    Ste blinked, caught off guard by how serious he sounded. Honestly? She couldn’t say he was wrong.


    She figured that was the end of it—until, a few minutester, FoxySnowke posted again.


    “I’m speechless! I just asked for his number nicely, and he flipped, saying I was viting his rights and even threatened to sue if I didn’t delete the photo. What a total jerk!”


    This time, she included screenshots of their chat.


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    William’s tone in the messages was ice-cold—borderline intimidating. Just reading it made Ste feel as if the temperature in the room had dropped.


    The first post had already gained traction since William’s face looked like it belonged on a billboard. But now, the follow-up with chat receipts sent the inte into a full-on spiral. Comments flooded in:


    “Technically, it is a privacy thing. He’s not wrong, just… intense.”


    “I’d be pissed too if a stranger took a shot of me.”


    “Come on, it’s just a photo! She was polite about it and even said it was fine if he didn’t want to share his number.”


    People were quickly picking sides—half defending him, half dragging him.


    Before long, the whole thing blew up. It even made the trending list. Some users took it further, saying they were going to dig up every detail on “that guy”—full doxxing mode.


    Ste scrolled through the chaos, then nced at William instinctively.


    He caught the look instantly. “What?”


    She pressed her lips together and slid her phone toward him. “Looks like you’re trending.”


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