The atmosphere in the bathroom remained tight and utterly silent.
Just when she braced herself for whatever he might do next, he simply turned and left.
The door slammed shut with a heavy thud, his retreating figure disappearing quickly.
Her heart, which had been lodged in her throat, finally settled. She walked over to the door, locked it from the inside, and only after confirming no one was outside did she slowly begin to shower.
Lying in bed later, the lingering scent of the incense did its job, and exhaustion finally washed over her.
She checked the trending topics on her phone—the vicious comments were still going strong.
Suddenly, her phone started vibrating wildly. Along with a barrage of incoming calls came an overwhelming flood of abusive text messages.
She accidentally tapped on one of the image attachments, and a grotesque jumpscare photo filled her screen.
Terrified, Juniper tossed her phone aside, her heart hammering in her chest.
The horrifying image was bad enough, but then her phone began blaring the sounds of ghostly wailing and agonizing screams, echoing with absolute malice.
She wasn't actually afraid of ghosts, but the sudden sensory assault was deeply unsettling.
She slowly climbed out of bed and picked up the device, realizing her phone number had been leaked.
The incoming calls rang incessantly, forcing her to enable call blocking just to reject the unknown numbers.
She turned on the text message blocker as well.
But those features couldn't block everything, so she had no choice but to turn off her phone completely, staring quietly at the ceiling.
The person who leaked her number was Jade Vance. Having watched Juniper get torn apart online for three days, Jade's mood had skyrocketed, and she began frantically posting exposés about her.
"I worked at the same auction house as her. She really does flirt with any man she sees. She had the big boss completely wrapped around her finger, and she privately kept in touch with loads of male clients. Those men were all her sugar daddies. It wasn't a secret at the auction house; everyone around us knew about it."
She wrote with absolute conviction, her anger flaring at the thought of Juniper's pretty face. "Oh, and she hooked up with the owner of our auction house while she was still in college. How else could someone with no background get a job there? Our auction house is pretty prestigious, you know."
Over the past few days, she had posted nearly thirty exposés, and every single one had gone viral.
Since Audrey had vanished from the internet for two days, netizens had been eagerly waiting for her to go live again and dish out more dirt on Juniper.
But Audrey's social media had been dead silent for two days, leading to wild speculation that she was still dealing with the police.


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