Kyla stood there, frozen, watching her brothers head upstairs one by one without sparing her a single glance. "The gifts are gone ... and my brothers' attitude toward me ... something must have happened!" She bit her lip hard. She had to figure something out; otherwise, she really would lose everything. The next morning, Russell woke up early. Beside him, Blair was still asleep, her breathing soft and steady. Russell's fingers gently traced her face, outlining her delicate features. His eyes dimmed with sorrow. Kyla's issue could not stay hidden forever. Even if the whole family kept it from Blair, she would eventually find out. Worse still, if Kyla pulled something nasty again before then, how was he supposed to deal with her? She was a ticking time bomb. He worried Blair would not be able to handle the truth. For now, all he could do was take it one step at a time. Just then, his phone buzzed. Russell quickly grabbed it and slipped into the bathroom so he would not wake Blair. "Bad news, Sir," came the urgent voice on the line. Russell's brows twitched. "It's the holidays, and you're bringing me bad news. What happened?" As the explanation poured in, his chest tightened. So that's what the seven brats had been up to last night. "Did you stop it?" "Yes. We rushed PR to intercept the paparazzi who posted the photos. Sir, we're just waiting your orders." "Do whatever it takes—money, pressure, I don't care. Destroy every copy of those photos. I don't want to see them surface anywhere in public.""Yes, Sir!" Meanwhile, Kyla had not slept a wink all night. The suffocating weight on her chest made it hard to breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, the memory of last night clawed its way back into her mind, leaving her trembling with fear at the thought of losing everything. Kyla got up and went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. The girl in the mirror looked nothing like before—haggard, worn out, and now even breaking out in pimples. Compared to the graceful, admired beauty she once was, the difference was night and day. Startled, Kyla gasped and staggered back a few steps. Then her eyes fell on the sink—scattered with strands of hair. Her own hair! "No! Impossible. I've been following the doctor's orders, taking care of myself, and taking the medicine. How could this happen again?" When she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, clumps came away in her hands. She could not even bring herself to look at her reflection with the bald patches showing. She bolted from the bathroom like she was running from a nightmare. "Quack doctor! I spent so much money, so much time on his medicine, and he still couldn't fix my hair loss! Now my skin's ruined too! This is all his fault!" Her rage boiled over; she wanted to tear that doctor to shreds. Just then, her phone lit up with a message. It was from her old crony at Orica University—Maisie Townsend, the same girl who had once helped her scheme against Tilda. Kyla did not feel like answering, but the moment she glanced at the content, her expression froze. "Kyla, what happened to your brothers? Why are there pictures of them on their knees floating around online?" Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly typed back, "What are you talking about?" "Look at this. It's gone now, but luckily I screenshotted it in time." Maisie sent over the photos. Even though Bill had carefully chosen a few pictures, he did not reveal that Dominic and the others had been kneeling outside Tilda's apartment. That was Tilda's condition, so no one would see and decide to bother her. However, once the photos were edited and released, you could still tell that the silhouettes clearly belonged to the Jenson boys. Kyla's heart skipped a beat. She remembered how her seven brothers had rushed out last night and did not come back for a long time. So ... they had actually gone to do this? And judging from the photos, it had been raining too. Who were they doing this to? "Kyla, what's going on? Tell me!"Maisie was practically dying of curiosity. Who would've thought she would get such juicy gossip right before the holidays? "I don't know. This must be Photoshopped! Someone's framing my brothers! "They're not crazy. Why on earth would they do something so absurd?"