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Wesley ground his teeth. "That bitch goaded me into it! Mom, you have to destroy her! This is all her fault!"

In Victoria's eyes, her precious darling boy could do no wrong; it was always someone else's fault.

She loathed Winona with every fiber of her being, but the top priority was getting her son out of this jail cell.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "We'll deal with Winona later. Let me get you out of here first."

Wesley wasn't the least bit worried about rotting in prison. The fury of internet mobs meant absolutely nothing. Money and power were the absolute rulers of this world.

Sooner or later, Winona would realize exactly who she had messed with.

Victoria immediately called the Lockwood family.

At that exact moment, Drake Lockwood was hanging out at Zachary's villa, along with Quentin Seymour.

Quentin had been glued to his phone, closely following the chaos ever since Winona's livestream erupted.

Seeing the avalanche of trending topics, he couldn't help but complain, "That Winona is an absolute menace. How many victims has she claimed since she came back?"

Drake, less prone to dramatic exaggeration, glanced over at Zachary and muttered a warning. "Zip it, Quentin."

Quentin scoffed. "I'm just speaking the truth! She's clearly on a warpath to piss off the entire city. Zachary, you better watch your back. If she's causing this much collateral damage outside, who knows what kind of hell she's raising at home? She might crawl into your bed in the middle of the night... Honestly, I wouldn't put it past her. Seriously, guard your virtue."

Drake fingered the poker chips in his hand, averting his gaze from Zachary's face.

Even in absolute silence, Zachary's oppressive aura commanded the entire room.

He completely ignored Quentin, his eyes glued impassively to his cards. Jude Preston was also seated nearby.

Jude rested his chin in his hand and drawled lazily, "What makes you think Winona is the one crawling into Zach's bed? Maybe it's the exact opposite."

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