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    However, once outside, his curiosity got the better of him, and he checked his phone immediately.


    To his surprise, the post had evolved into an entire fan fiction saga inspired by the rumors surrounding Cedric and Dani.


    Some of the scenes were undeniably provocative, enough to leave anyone blushing.


    By the time ten o’clock rolled around, the secretary had caught up on thetest updates.


    Now it made sense why Cedric had been so absorbed in his phone—he had been reading too.


    Meanwhile, fresh news began to make the rounds.


    This time, it was about Joyce and a man caught in a steamy hotel rendezvous. Late-night footage revealed Joyce pressed against the window, the man just behind her.


    This scandal exploded online, gaining as much traction as Dani’s rejection of Alexander.


    The screenshots from the footage spread like wildfire, quickly paired with the audio of Joyce’s confession about setting fire to Dani’s wedding.


    Before long, Olisvine was aze with gossip, as everyone echoed that Joyce had gotten exactly what she deserved.


    Dani arrived at the Harper family vi to find Katrina kneeling at the entrance.


    When Dani stepped out of the car, Katrina immediately surged forward, desperation in her voice.


    Your imagination thrives at  punt


    “Dani, please, I beg you. Spare Joyce. I’m the one to me. Everything is my fault!” Coldness filled Dani’s eyes.


    Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Cedric appeared from the car behind her.


    Rather than approaching Dani, he made his way to arge tree across the street.


    There, he seized a man with a camera hanging around his neck and dragged him toward Dani.


    “Mr. Phillips…”


    With a chilling look, Cedric’s gaze froze the unlucky reporter in ce. Meanwhile, the secretary, still seated in the car, sighed in sympathy for the man’s misfortune.


    “Which media outlet are you from?” Cedric asked, his voice sharp, cold, andcking any hint ofpassion.


    The reporter, sensing the danger, tried to escape, but Cedric caught him by the cor, holding him firmly in ce.


    Glimpsing the press badge pinned to the man’s chest, Cedric turned to his secretary, who had just left the car.


    “Do you have the number for ze Media’s head?”


    The secretary handed Cedric the phone number.


    Without hesitation, Cedric dialed it and said, “Maximus Hewitt, you truly are one of a kind.”


    The reporter stood frozen, listening as his boss offered profuse apologies over the phone, his voice trembling as though he were on the verge of tears.


    Although Cedric had released the reporter’s cor, the man remained rooted to the spot, too terrified to move. After the reporter took the phone from Cedric, his boss’s voice shouted from the other end, “Kent Weaving, are you out of your mind? Didn’t I make it clear to avoid any coverage involving Mr. Phillips? What on earth have you done?”


    The reporter whispered, “I haven’t taken any photos yet.”


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