So, Stella Lockwood was bound to suffer for the next few days. The entire internet would be talking about her. But it would be fine. The storm would pass.
"Just you wait. I'll play this game with you…" Reaper Yates chuckled as he dialed his subordinate. But the moment the call connected, his expression changed completely, and he started yelling, "Fuck! What son of a bitch posted that video online, trying to smear my goddess? Evan Lawson, find the asshole who posted this crap right now! I want him torn to shreds…"
Sean Quinn, meanwhile, went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Reaper Yates. 'Carson Wynn must be frantic right now, but it's not time to panic yet. I don't need to contact him. I'll let this situation stew online for three days. Then, I'll fan the flames a little and take care of what Stella Lockwood asked me to do.'
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