Chapter 2

He froze for a second, then lost it completely.

"Iris, don't push me!"

"I'm doing you a favor! Trying to help you see sense! If you escalate this, you'll be the one humiliated!"

I stayed calm, face steady.

"I've got nothing to hide. Why would I be ashamed?"

"But you are spreading lies about me? I'll make sure you pay for this."

Dylan's face turned purple with rage.

"Fine! If you want to humiliate yourself, be my guest!"

He fumbled for his phone, held it up high, and yelled.

"Everyone, look! Here's the proof!"

The crowd leaned in. People nearby craned their necks, then gasped.

"There it is. Let's see her explain this!"

On his screen was a video of a woman linking arms with some middle-aged guy, walking into a fancy hotel...

And the woman's build and hair looked exactly like mine.

According to this video, Dylan was telling the truth. I was the liar.

"That's definitely her! Case closed!"

"Wow, she looks so innocent—but she's a total gold digger!"

"No question—she's definitely a sugar baby!"

Dylan smugly put his phone away and smirked at me.

"Cat got your tongue? Weren't you tough a minute ago?"

"You wanted proof? Is this video enough?"

"Admit you're a escort, get on your knees and apologize, and I'll let you go. Deal?"

My mind raced, looking for holes in his story.

He thought a deepfake video would take me down?

He really underestimated me—he had no idea I was set to inherit a company.

But I didn't call him out right away.

Instead, I put on a devastated expression, eyes watering as I grabbed Dylan's hand.

"I was wrong earlier. Thank you."

Everyone—including Dylan—looked shocked.

"Thank me for what?"

I kept going.

"Thank you for showing me I was violated without even knowing it."

"Please send me that video. I need to report that creep immediately!"

He froze, yanking his hand back and scowling.

"Iris, what are you talking about?"

"You obviously did this willingly. Stop playing the victim!"

I ignored him and started sobbing in front of everyone.

My cries were loud and desperate.

"If that monster hadn't drugged me, this never would've happened!"

"If no one believes me, I'll end my life to prove I'm innocent!"

I made a dramatic move like I was going to hurt myself.

The crowd, clearly moved, rushed to stop me.

Then I wiped my tears and spoke firmly.

"I'm calling the cops. And the media!"

Dylan's face went white.

"Are you crazy? You can't go public with this! Do you want everyone to know? You'll embarrass the whole company!"

I stared him down.

"Why shouldn't I call the police? You're the one who just accused me of being drugged and assaulted, remember?"

"I just want the police to get me justice. Is that so wrong?"

Dylan's face turned purple. He kicked his car in rage.

"Iris, I'm warning you—you're not calling the cops today!"

"As a company employee, I won't let you ruin our reputation!"

I let out a bitter laugh.

Now he suddenly cares about company reputation?

I had no intention of actually calling the police. I just needed to scare him.

After all, the pregnant woman in the car couldn't wait much longer.

I needed to wrap this up fast.

Ignoring Dylan's yelling, I pulled out my phone and made a call.

"Mr. Harrison, I need you to come down. I have a video that needs authentication."

Within ten minutes, a black sedan pulled up.

A middle-aged man in a suit carrying professional equipment got out.

This was Mr. Harrison—one of the top AI forensics experts in the field.

After hearing the situation, he connected his equipment to Dylan's phone.

Within minutes, he had his answer.

"This video was created using AI face-swapping and motion synthesis technology."

The crowd exploded.

This time, their anger was directed at Dylan.