Chapter 3

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When I pushed her hands away, Shiloh's expression stiffened.

She pulled back, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a sleek, unmarked gold box.

"Here," she said, forcing another sweet smile. "I had a friend smuggle this special supplement from overseas. It's formulated to boost male recovery after reproductive procedures."

I glanced at the box, which was covered in dense foreign text with no brand name.

The plastic seal had clearly been sliced open and carefully glued back together.

I remained still, neither reaching for the box nor uttering a single word.

Shiloh's patience finally ran out, her sugary tone instantly sharpening.

"Lucas, what is your problem tonight? I know you went through the procedure for me, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like trash."

"I put on this outfit and got you expensive vitamins, and all you do is give me dirty looks? Fine! If you hate looking at me so much, sleep alone!"

She snatched her robe, wrapped it around herself in a huff, and slammed the door as she stormed into the guest room.

I pulled out my phone and tried scanning the text on the box, but nothing came up.

On a grim hunch, I opened the forum app and refreshed the viral thread.

Sure enough, Hudson had posted a new update just ten minutes ago.

"Just finished using the bunny suit on her, didn't even bother washing it before sending her to my clueless buddy. This shit is better than any movie."

A commenter immediately replied: "Didn't you say he just got snipped? Can he even get it up?"

Hudson replied with a smug smirk emoji: "Don't worry, I prepared a little booster for him. Check the pic."

The attached image showed the exact same gold box Shiloh had just handed me.

"Straight from an underground supplier in Dubai. High-grade breeding stimulants meant for racehorses. One pill and his blood pressure will shoot through the roof, guaranteed to keep him hard all night."

"I just wonder if the poor bastard will have a heart attack when he realizes what he swallowed."

A few users warned him: "Bro, don't push it too far, you might actually kill the guy."

Hudson dismissed it arrogantly: "Who cares if a useless loser dies? He's wasting oxygen anyway. But don't worry, I have an even bigger surprise lined up for him soon."

The comment section went wild begging for spoilers, but Hudson refused to share more.

I saved high-resolution screenshots of the entire thread and immediately forwarded the link to a private cybersecurity investigator.

Within thirty minutes, the investigator sent back a detailed dossier.

The anonymous IP address and account recovery details belonged directly to Hudson Briggs at his downtown penthouse address.

While I was archiving the data, my phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from my father.

The moment I answered, my father's booming voice exploded through the speaker.

"Lucas! What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you make Shiloh cry again?"

"Tomorrow is my sixtieth birthday banquet! How dare you stir up drama the night before my major milestone!"

I kept silent, waiting for him to finish his tirade.

"I don't care who is right or wrong, go apologize to your wife right now! Don't you dare disrespect her in this family!"

He hung up without giving me a chance to explain.

I opened the family group chat and scrolled through the recent messages.