With Zoe's "help," Klein scrolled through a few more screenshots—grainy stills from security cameras, each lasting barely three minutes before vanishing the night before. Alongside them were sensationalized captions and exaggerated commentary.
It was all tabloid fodder, trending online under the clickbait headline, "Mysterious Woman Exposed as Socialite," a story orchestrated by York himself.
The headline didn't mention Willow by name, but anyone clicking through would find the article directly targeting her, calling out her "scandalous private life" with biting words.
Stranger still, the two men caught on the various surveillance clips had their faces blurred. Maybe the public couldn't tell, but Klein would recognize himself anywhere.
There, in one unmistakable still, was his own face.
And now, in this twisted, fabricated scandal, he'd been cast as his own daughter's sugar daddy?
Utterly preposterous.
A flash of fury crossed Klein's usually composed features.
"Thank you for showing me this," he said curtly, handing Zoe's phone back before striding out without another word.
Zoe stood frozen in disbelief.
That's it?
She'd half expected Klein to pull her aside, to ask for more details about the trending scandal—giving her a chance to cozy up to him. But he hadn't so much as lingered.
Collecting herself, Zoe hurried out of the multipurpose room as well. She didn't dare hang around alone; there were security cameras inside. Better to slip away than risk being caught on tape acting suspiciously, especially if the footage caught her loitering instead of the intimate conversation with Klein she'd hoped for.
"Back in December, Willow and I went to a car dealership. We ran into a young man there—Willow said he was an old friend of yours." Klein's voice, usually measured and gentle, now trembled with restrained anger. "He's the one behind these rumors, isn't he? What exactly are you and your ‘old friend' trying to accomplish?"
Klein hadn't forgotten the man's dismissive attitude toward Willow that day. And dealership surveillance footage usually gets erased within a week or two. For these clips to surface after two months, someone had planned this from the start—the man must have asked for the footage that very day.
Beasley didn't deny that his friend was involved. He simply replied, "It's already been taken care of. Every post, every trending topic about this has been wiped clean from the internet."
"Wiped clean?" Klein's voice was low and furious, brimming with authority. "Can you erase the thousands of screenshots saved on people's phones? Can you keep them from gossiping over coffee and dinner? Willow's shut herself away to write—she doesn't know any of this yet. But if she's hurt by these rumors when she comes out, I promise you, I won't let it go."
"And another thing—you're divorced. Stay out of Willow's life. That goes for your friends, too."
Without waiting for a response, Klein hung up.

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