Abandoned by All I Took It All Back novel Chapter 577

The scene was noisy, filled with pulsing music and flashing red and green lights, indicating it was some kind of nightclub.

Yvonne appeared, wearing a sheer black dress that left a snowy expanse of her chest visible, flaunting her impressive figure.

The dress was so short that if she bent over to pick something up, her underwear would be in plain sight.

But even without bending over, the transparent fabric offered a clear view of what was underneath.

Someone in the crowd let out an appreciative “whoa,” followed by a wave of lewd laughter.

Yvonne was grinding on the dance floor with a tattooed man, whose hands roamed freely all over her body, from top to bottom.

She didn't resist in the slightest; in fact, she looked like she was enjoying it.

The camera captured their ecstatic expressions as they pressed their bodies together and kissed with wild abandon.

The next second, the scene shifted to a corner of the campus, where Yvonne was standing on her tiptoes, kissing a handsome foreign man.

A montage of photos followed, showing Yvonne kissing various other men.

Some of the poses were so bold they were hard to look at.

As for how The Graces' Chat got their hands on these pictures, the process was simple: if you were willing to pay, this kind of scandalous material was easy to find.

There was a website abroad that specialized in selling such intimate photos.

The pictures were all taken by illicit photographers who would stake out different locations to secretly film people, then upload the encrypted photos and videos online.

Many people paid to access them.

Yvonne probably had no idea she’d been secretly filmed.

After some digging, Janina and her friends were surprised to find a considerable collection of Yvonne’s photos and videos on the site.

Janina walked over to Yvonne, who was still reeling in shock and panic. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a shower of photographs fluttering to the ground like snowflakes.

Onlookers eagerly bent down to pick them up.

It was over.

Everything was over.

The persona she had carefully crafted for so long had crumbled in an instant.

She covered her ears and shook her head frantically. “You… you’re violating my privacy! I’ll sue you! Besides, this doesn’t prove anything. The social culture abroad is more open. I was just… I was just doing as the Romans do.”

That’s right!

When in Rome.

Yvonne seemed to have found a plausible excuse, classifying her behavior as normal etiquette.

She quickly scrambled to her feet and stumbled toward Julius.

“Julius, it’s not like that. It’s just… everyone there dresses like that, and they’re all very open. I was all alone in a foreign country with no friends. Kissing is just a form of greeting for them, like us shaking hands. It’s perfectly normal. You have to believe me…”