Chapter 387

The surveillance footage showed several gangsters with bleached hair making lewd remarks at Sophia Laurent.

One of them suddenly grabbed her slender wrist.

The burly leader towered over her, casting her completely in his shadow.

The camera angle was awkward, making it impossible to see if she resisted.

The seven men shoved her toward the end of the hallway.

The footage cut to six gangsters entering a room one by one.

Based on the timeline, Sophia should have been the first inside.

The door slammed shut.

The screen changed again.

Even the heavy pixelation couldn’t hide the depraved scene.

Six shirtless men crowded around a bed.

Only half of the woman’s face was visible.

But that signature cascade of wavy hair and delicate profile unmistakably belonged to Sophia.

The video sent shockwaves across the internet.

Save it now! This won’t stay up for three minutes!

It’s definitely a deepfake. The tech these days is terrifying.

Have media outlets completely lost their integrity for clicks?

At first, netizens refused to believe it.

Until someone dug up candid photos of Sophia at a Met Gala Afterparty that night.

She was wearing the exact same smoky-gray gown as in the video.

Forensic experts weighed in.

My professor just analyzed this with professional software. No signs of Photoshop.

Frame-by-frame inspection shows basic editing but no face-swapping.

So… this is real?

My god! This is explosive!

Public opinion flipped instantly.

Was this consensual or forced?

Clearly forced! My fists are clenched just watching!

So the baby she’s carrying is…?

The comment section erupted.

Sophia’s diehard fans clung to denial.

Even if it’s real, the baby might not be theirs!

Sophia’s ex and current partner are both gorgeous. Why would she stoop to these thugs?

Who’d trade filet mignon for garbage?

Mass unfollowing began.

No matter what, she’s tainted in my eyes now.

Disgraced celebrities like her deserve to be blacklisted!