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It seems so, Marcus replied.

Rosalynns smile barely shifted.

Well, thats not a problem.

Well just fix it.

Marcus shifted with hesitation.

But..

we dont have a professional technician on staff.

No worries.

Rosalynn retrieved her phone, the motion fluid and confident.

I know someone who can help. Give me a moment.

Her fingers flew over her screen as she dialed.

Hutton, I need a favor… Nigels throat tightened as Rosalynn made her call.

He shifted uneasily, trying to suppress the unease rising in his chest.

Could she really fix the footage? He had taken every precaution, There shouldnt be anything left to recover.

After a brief conversation, Rosalynn ended the call.

Mr.

Harrington, please wait just a moment.

It will only be a few minutes.

She moved toward the computer, quickly making adjustments to allow Hutton remote access.

As they waited for the footage to be repaired, Rosalynn turned to the students in the room, her eyes twinkling with an almost playful glint.

The students, clearly starstruck, surged forward eagerly, holding out their notebooks for her autograph.

Some, not finding anything to write on, eagerly offered their clothes.

After each autograph, they handled the signed items with reverence, as if they were delicate treasures.noveldrama

Constance watched this scene unfold, her stomach twisting with unease.

A creeping panic began to take root.

Auntie, what should we do? she asked in a hushed voice.

The footage » it cant really be fixed, can it? Vanessa, her calm demeanor unshaken, glanced at Rosalynn, a slow smile curving her lips.

Dont worry, dear.

Even if there is footage, so what? Have I ever let you down? Remember, no matter what happens, Ill handle it.

Constance nodded, drawing strength from her aunts confidence. She thought of Vanessas powerful connections, particularly her influential lover, and her panic began to ebb.

Minutes later, Rosalynns phone buzzed.

She answered it with a serene expression, nodding as Hutton spoke on the other end.

Rosalynn thanked Hutton and ended the call.

Walking over to the computer, she reopened the surveillance footage.

The once-static screen now displayed a clear, unbroken image.

The crowd pressed closer, their eyes fixed on the screen as the video played.

Constances group dragged Rainie to the playground, shoved her to the ground, and stripped her of her sweater as she struggled to resist.

The scene was disturbing, even without sound.

The force and cruelty of their actions were unmistakable.