The day I left Foswood, my alleged scandalous photos had suddenly flooded the internet.

Ivanna, Lauren, and Carol all knew about my return and called me to tell me what was going on.

I looked at Atlas. "You knew about this, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?"

"What was the point of telling you? It was within my expectations, and the paparazzo behind this has already been caught." Atlas looked indifferent, continuing, "She can make all the fuss she wants."

Scrolling through my phone, I saw the published pictures. They did seem carefully crafted.

There were some old photos from a long time ago—pictures of me meeting Atticus in Rivendell, me with Arnold, me and Ardie in Solaris, and me meeting Fred. This indicated that they had been monitoring me for a long time.

And the angles of these photos were highly questionable. They looked more intimate than they actually were. But among these photos, one drew my attention...

It was a recent picture taken in my office, capturing a very cas