On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 163

When the crowd saw her face in the window, someone hurled a brick. It struck the floor-to-ceiling window with a sickening crack, and the glass fractured into a spiderweb of fissures. Jessica jumped back, startled, and immediately called building security.

The property manager answered. “Ms. Brown, we’re trying to maintain order, but there are too many of them,” he said, his voice strained. “They don’t seem like regular gawkers; it looks like they were hired. The story about you has gotten really big. Did you make an enemy of someone? It seems like they’re using this whole thing as an excuse for revenge.”

Jessica was completely bewildered. “What story?”

The manager paused. “You… you really don’t know?” he asked cautiously. “It’s been all over the news. Your name has been a trending topic for days… even my dad saw it. Maybe you should take a look?”

Jessica thought back to what the taxi driver had said. She’d been so exhausted when she got home that she hadn’t given it much thought. Now, with everything converging, a strange sense of calm washed over her. “I understand. I’ll check the news.”

“Right,” the manager said quickly.

Jessica hung up and opened a news app. Sure enough, there was her name, trending at the top.

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The comments below were even more vile. Many claimed to have videos of her with the guards, telling people to check their profiles for the link. Others had pasted her face onto pornographic images.

Jessica cried out and threw her phone onto the bed. She didn’t know these people, and they didn’t know her. No one even seemed to care if the stories were true; they just attacked her as if she were the most despicable person on earth. Even convicted serial killers didn’t receive this level of online abuse. It was as if they loved a redemption story but enjoyed watching the fall from grace even more. She never knew the world contained so many people with such dark, twisted minds.

Her phone rang, and she flinched, afraid to even touch it. What if her number had been leaked? Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point. The phone rang again and again. Cautiously, she picked it up. It was the property manager.

“Ms. Brown,” he said, his voice full of apology, “we’ve done everything we can, but they refuse to leave. We’re getting flooded with complaints from other residents. This mob is seriously disrupting the neighborhood.”