All morning, Phoebe was distracted. Curtis's words kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn't calm down.
"Phoebe, what are you daydreaming about? Look at this! It's gone viral!" Alva laughed, handing Phoebe a gossip magazine.
"What's got you so excited?" Phoebe snapped out of her daze and took the magazine, glancing at the cover. Instantly, she froze.
The glaring headline and lewd images drained the color from her face, leaving her mind in a whirl.
She knew those people.
"Isn't it wild? 'Four Tycoons Forced to Self-Castrate!'" Alva said with indignation. "Look at those disgusting old men—serves them right for harassing so many innocent girls!"
"Phoebe, are you okay?" Alva asked, noticing her friend's pale expression. She had been fine just moments ago.
"I'm... I'm fi
