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A man wearing only boxers was being beaten and couldn’t stand up straight, while a similarly undressed woman was screaming in panic. This first–hand footage of catching
cheaters in the act, displayed on the hotel’s huge LED screen, was incredibly shocking.
Chloe’s parents, standing beside me, were dumbfounded.
Ryan spoke first: “Mom, isn’t that my sister? She actually went to a hotel room with
someone?!”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
His mom quickly interrupted him, then nervously looked at me: “Lucas, that can’t be
Chloe! I know my own daughter, it’s definitely not her!”
Ryan stubbornly continued: “But it really looks like…”
The rest of his words were cut off by a glare from his father.
I couldn’t hear anything, pretending to be completely shocked and stunned–of course, I
was acting.
“Lucas,” her father’s voice was trembling, “there must be some misunderstanding here.”
Looking at Greg, this bastard was somehow still able to sit there, his mouth half–open, staring at the big screen with his eyes almost popping out.
Seeing Greg’s expression from the stage, Chloe probably thought he was mesmerized by her, and her expression became even more smug.
The boss and all the executives in the front row had faces as if they had swallowed flies.
Some people in the back rows started making lewd whistles.
Chloe, still singing, began to sense something was wrong. The audience didn’t seem to be looking at her, but behind her…
She slowly turned around.
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