Chapter 2

Tiffany completely panicked.

She lunged forward, grabbing my hand, her nails almost digging into my flesh.

"What are you doing!"

"Do you really think I won't show it?!"

She glared at me, gritting her teeth, a hint of madness and desperation flashing in her eyes.

"Fine! Since you insist on seeing proof to believe it!"

"I'll give you what you want today!"

"Let everyone see your sexual assailant son's ugly face!"

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Tiffany, like a gambler who'd lost everything, had completely lost her mind.

She shoved me away and pulled a small phone stand from her bag.

She snapped it open and slammed it onto the glass lazy Susan in the center of the dining table.

Then she skillfully clipped her phone into it and opened a live stream on a short video platform.

"Hey everyone! Come check this out!"

She faced the camera, instantly adopting a tragic, heartbroken crying voice.

"I'm a helpless woman being oppressed by the powerful!"

"Today, I'm going to publicly expose a vicious spoiled rich kid!"

"Her son sexually assaulted me, causing me to get pregnant!"

"Now she not only denies it but also tries to frame me, trying to push me to my death! Everyone, please judge for yourselves!"

Chad and Ashley, seeing this, didn't stop her. Instead, they excitedly crowded in front of the camera, desperately trying to get views.

"Everyone, please judge for yourselves!"

"We're all old classmates, we can't stand to watch this kind of bullying!"

"Today, we must get justice for Tiffany! We can't let the rich get away with everything!"

The number of viewers in the live stream began to skyrocket.

Because the title was so explosive, it jumped from dozens to tens of thousands in an instant.

The comments section exploded, scrolling so fast it was almost impossible to see faces.

"Holy crap! A rapist? Lock him up! Life in prison!"

"Can rich people do whatever they want? Doxx her! Dig up all her dirt!"

"That woman looks mean, she can't be good!"

"Call the police and arrest her son! No private settlements! Justice must prevail!"

Tiffany watched the overwhelming public opinion in the live stream, unable to hide her smugness, her mouth curling into a triumphant smile.

She shot me a provocative look, her eyes screaming, "You're finished."

"You wanted to see the video?"

"Now I'm going to show it to the entire internet!"

"Let's see how you deny it today!"

She opened a video file on another phone and aimed it directly at the live stream camera.

A series of heart-pounding, heavy gasps immediately filled the private room.

The video quality was blurry, as if shot with a pinhole camera.

On the screen, a man and a woman were entangled on a large bed.

The woman's face was deliberately heavily pixelated.

The man's face, though distorted by unnatural light and slightly blurry at the edges, still appeared to be a rather handsome, muscular young man.

Chad let out a loud, vulgar whistle.

"Wow, Harper, your son actually looks pretty good, those abs are nice."

"He seems pretty experienced at this kind of thing, probably ruined a lot of young girls, huh?"

Ashley covered her eyes, shrieking, but peered through her fingers, staring intently at the screen.

"That's so vulgar! Turn it off! It's unwatchable!"

The live stream comments instantly exploded, causing the server to lag for a moment.

"Confirmed! The guy's face is clear! Screenshot and report to the police immediately!"

"That's disgusting, he even recorded it! He's definitely a repeat offender!"

"Suggest sending the video directly to the police! Don't let this animal get away with it!"

"This girl is so pathetic, to be ruined like that, I support her demanding fifty million!"

I watched the video.

The sheer absurdity of it all was overwhelming.

Not only had she forged chat logs.

She had even used deepfake technology, found a random stock photo of a handsome guy, and merged an indecent pornographic video.

And then she insisted this was my "sexual assailant son."

Utterly, spectacularly stupid.

But I didn't expose her immediately.

Give them enough rope to hang themselves.

I would use the very live stream she started to pin the blame squarely on her..

I stood up, walked to the camera, and looked directly at Tiffany's smug face.

"Tiffany, be clear."

"Are you saying that if I give you five million dollars today?"

"You'll delete this video permanently and promise not to pursue any legal action against my son, right?"

Tiffany saw that I had finally "caved," and she was so excited her voice trembled violently, her eyes practically glowed with greed.

"Yes!"

She announced loudly to the live stream camera, as if she already had the five million in her hand.

"As long as you transfer five million to me right now!"

"This matter will be settled privately!"

"I'll immediately delete the video completely, and go to the hospital tomorrow to abort the baby!"

"After this, we go our separate ways, and I'll never bother you again!"

"Alright."

I nodded, my tone so calm it was as if I was discussing the weather.

"Words aren't enough."

"Since we're settling privately, there should be some paperwork. Otherwise, what if you come back tomorrow demanding ten million?"

Tiffany was clearly prepared; she had even thought of an escape route.

She immediately pulled two printed "Compensation and Forgiveness Agreements" and a pen from her bag.

She slammed them onto the table.

"Sign it!"

"It's written clearly in black and white!"

"As soon as the money is transferred, this agreement takes effect! All the viewers on the internet can be witnesses!"

I picked up the agreement and quickly scanned its contents.

It was full of malicious accusations of my son's "sexual assault," and an exorbitant clause stating my voluntary compensation of five million dollars for emotional damages.

"Sign it! What are you waiting for!"

Chad impatiently urged from the side.

"Just sign it and pay, so we can all leave, don't waste everyone's time."

"Exactly, paying five million for your son's freedom, you're getting a great deal!" Ashley also chimed in.

Other alumni also pressured me, their eyes full of schadenfreude, watching the show.

I held the pen, looking at Tiffany's face, twisted and deformed by extreme greed.

A barely perceptible cold smile curved my lips.