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    Drying his hair with a towel, Fred shot his roommate a questioning look. “What kind of job? Delivering packages?”


    “Nope!” his roommate retorted with an eye roll, handing over his phone. “It’s about postingments online. I startedst night. It’s pretty easy. Just copy and pastements from our group chat onto relevant news articles. If someone responds, just shoot back a simple reply to make the owner of the ount seem like a real person.”


    Taking the phone, Fred frowned. He was about to respond when his gazended on an abortion report disyed on the screen. Below the document, a startling line caught his eye.


    “The abortion took ce on the same day Kristopher went to the airport to pick up Cathy from her international trip. I heard she went to the hospital alone for that surgery, and Mr. Cox wasn’t there with her. Maybe the child wasn’t Mr. Cox’s, so she decided to abort it herself.”


    As Fred read those words, the image of Belinda’s pale face shed through his mind. She was undeniably beautiful, always wearing a soft yet resolute smile. It was difficult for him to picture her entangled in such an ordeal.


    “What’s wrong?”


    Noticing Fred lost in thought, his roommate waved a hand in front of his face and asked, “You in or out? If you’re not up for it, I’ll find someone else.”


    Snapping back to reality, Fred handed the phone back with a grin and grabbed his own, idly scrolling through messages. “Any specific requirements for this gig?”


    His roommate, eager now that Fred showed interest, quickly shook his head. “None at all. I’ll just add you to the group chat. You just have to post and reply along with the rest of us.”


    As he spoke, he let out a sigh. “Honestly, I don’t see this side hustlesting too long. Once Mr. Cox makes up with his girlfriend, he’ll probably stop paying us to stir the pot!”


    Fred raised an eyebrow and kept typing, chuckling. “It’s just a side job. Why worry about the details?”


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    “I just do, okay?”


    His roommate slumped into a pout and said, “I’ve been bashing Belinda online since morning. Now, I’m actually starting to feel sorry for her. It’s not unusual for wealthy folks to have affairs. She should’ve just ignored it. Why did she go public with their marriage certificate and use Cathy of being the other woman? Now she’s being criticized over her abortion, with rumors swirling that Mr. Cox isn’t the father of the supposed baby… It’s all so tragic!”


    Fred furrowed his brow and replied, “Yes, you’ve got a point.” Meanwhile, Belinda received a screenshot from Fred.


    It showed he was part of a group chat named “Profitable Part-time Job!” The chat was flooded with the same vilements Belinda had seen online. The group’s organizer posted a message, “Mr. Cox is upping the ante, paying more for viciousments. Keep recruiting, and feel free to craft your own. The more devastated Miss Nelson is, the better. I’ll update Mr. Cox and make sure we’repensated generously!”


    After forwarding a few more screenshots, Fred texted Belinda, “Belinda, I’m going to be your inside man.”


    Belinda was slightly taken aback.


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