Chapter 8

I clicked my tongue in disapproval.

Pulling out my phone, I snapped pictures of her from every angle without mercy.

"Oh dear, this is the only outfit I have on. If I give it to you, what will I wear? I'm not as bold as you, going commando like this."

Seeing the fury in Mia Lowell's eyes, I quickly added, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to help you."

I took a deep breath and shouted down the empty hallway, "Someone come quick! There's a woman here without any clothes! Is there anyone kind enough to lend her something to wear?"

My loud voice attracted attention from those who hadn't noticed before.

Within moments, dozens of people rushed out to see what was happening.

Their stares burned into Mia like laser beams, pushing her to the brink of collapse.

The older woman who had been confronting Mia received a phone call.

"Oh my, young lady, my apologies. I got the wrong person. My husband's mistress is on the fourth floor, not the third."

She then looked at Mia with disdain. "But dressed like that, you're clearly no saint either. You had it coming."

With that, she dusted off her hands and walked away.

She left Mia lying there exposed for everyone to see.

Finally, Mia struggled to her feet.

Covering her face, she ran back to her room.

She left behind a crowd of curious onlookers.

After tonight, Mia's legend would surely grow.

I was in excellent spirits.

I transferred $70 to the older woman.

Yes, I had specifically hired her for this.

She was thrilled, saying she'd gladly take on such jobs again—venting anger while getting paid was wonderful.

The situation escalated quickly.

Posts about Mia spread rapidly online, with all sorts of claims circulating.

"I know that woman. She's my aunt's daughter-in-law's neighbor. I heard she never wears clothes at home, keeps her curtains wide open, and has even dragged delivery guys inside naked. They were so scared they called the police."

"Ha! That's nothing. My friend is her coworker, and this is reliable info. During a company meeting, she used a vibrator right in front of everyone and ended up in the hospital."

"Oh, I heard about that too. She's hit on almost every man at her company, even the front desk security guards. She's wild—can handle several at once!"

"Latest news: she was caught wearing lingerie while playing BDSM games with her Dom at a hotel. Got beaten up. I even have photos!"

"Really? Kind stranger upstairs, please share!"

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Though no names were mentioned, those in the know recognized it was Mia.

She had truly become infamous.

Even the company couldn't tolerate it anymore.

They told her to sort out her personal life immediately.

They feared more angry wives would show up to confront mistresses, disrupting the workplace.

Unexpectedly, instead of a wife, Mia's boyfriend appeared.

I was busy working when I heard loud commotion.

A man's angry shouts mixed with a woman's furious screams.

Chloe Watson grabbed my arm, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Oh my god, come quick! Mia's boyfriend is here. They're pulling hair and slapping each other!"

Mia had a boyfriend?

I thought she always portrayed herself as a single, wealthy, beautiful woman.