The Broadcast of Shame

Meanwhile, Cleo and the other girls pulled out their phones, giggling like it was all a party. Some of them even went live on social media.

Cleo beamed into her camera and said sweetly, "Alright, everyone, send me some gifts! I'm livestreaming a toilet bath—an exclusive human-shower special! Hahaha!"

Viewers, having no idea what was actually happening, began flooding into the stream. The viewer count skyrocketed. Some sick-minded people even started spamming gifts and shouting for a full face reveal.

Seeing that, the girls grew even more excited, shrieking from the sidelines.

"Come on, pour it! Let my followers see the whole thing!"

"Mr. Reid, you're amazing! You just came out for dinner, and you're helping me gain followers! Only a rich heir could pull that off!"

…

Across the room, Ariana wrinkled her nose and leaned against Elliot. "Babe, he's so filthy. This is disgusting."

I was being forced down, my head dunked into the foul water again and again. Each time, I came dangerously close to blacking out. I tried to fight back, but they outnumbered me—too many hands holding me down. I couldn't move.

Then, finally, a voice shouted from the doorway. "Mr. Levine? Mr. Levine, are you in there? Open the door!"

Cleo snapped impatiently, rolling her eyes. "Get lost! There's no Mr. Levine! We're having a class reunion here—don't ruin the fun!"

As she spoke, the guys around me went even further, tearing at my clothes in their frenzy to humiliate me.

"Hahaha, would you look at that! Our top student is wearing an Armani shirt! Where'd you get this knockoff? Not bad quality for fake goods!"

"Hold on, Elliot—how the hell does a broke server afford a Patek Philippe watch? That's a classic model!"

Someone in the group hesitated, the laughter faltering as realization began to dawn. "Wait… could he actually be the restaurant owner? Is he really Mr. Levine?"

A few people instinctively stepped back, unease spreading through the room.

Elliot only snorted. "What, a fake watch scared you idiots? Cowards." He yanked the watch off my wrist and hurled it straight out the window before turning back with a sneer. "Keep going."

But before anyone could move again, the door burst open with a thunderous crash. The restaurant manager and a team of security guards rushed in, their faces going pale at the sight.

"Mr. Levine—are you all right?!"