The interview had ended five hours ago, and Julius was now in his grand mansion. In his luxurious home office, he sat with his legs crossed, a glass of vintage red wine in one hand and his phone in the other, as he began to scroll through social media to see people's reactions to the recent BBC interview.Julius had already launched the BBC app and was in the comment section, reading comments under the "Arising Matter" post:“I told you, Master Julius is always right. Now see how you all embarrassed your family name just because of a man who can’t seem to keep his dick in his trousers.”“The fact that he even beats his wife is more irritating. How can a man be as violent as that?”“I’m just happy I never followed all of you idiots to support that man. I always knew something was fishy about him.”“Honestly, I did talk bad about Master Julius. I just wish he finds it in his heart to forgive me. I was too emotional and blinded by it to see the truth.”“Me too. Mr. Thornton is really an

Reading the newspaper, Julius smirked again. He called for Mr. Turner, who promptly walked into his home office and bowed to him immediately.“Get the car ready; we are heading to pay someone a visit.”“Yes, sir!” Mr. Turner bowed and, without wasting any time, prepared the car. Julius stepped into it, and they drove off.As they were about to drive out of his large compound, Mr. Turner asked, “Where is the destination, sir?”“We are headed to Mr. Thornton’s house,” Julius said confidently.“Yes, sir!” Mr. Turner responded.***If the message had been sent to the press, it was a lie. But they had been notified, and the press was already behind Julius's car as they arrived at Mr. Thornton’s house. This event was shown on TV.“Hello, our dearest audience. We are here again to give you the latest news. My name is Jasmine King, as you already know. Today, Master Julius has decided to visit Mr. Thornton’s house. But for what purpose? I guess we will wait to find out.”“Hi! Today on the rec

Just as Julius was being driven away, each reporter faced their camera men and spoke to the camera while their faces showed boldly on their TV screens.“As you have heard it all, here at Mr. Thornton’s house, Master Julius Sabbath of the Great Sabbath Family has visited Rebecca and her children. In their discussion, Rebecca revealed secrets about Mr. Thornton, which of course can be used against him in the court of law. Alfred, what do you think about this?” Reporter Jasmine said this, and with that, the TV screen transitioned into the studio where three men were shown on screen.Each of these men wore grey suits and black shoes. They were sitting on what seemed like a high stool, and behind them was a big 3D banner that read, “The Honest Review.”“Thank you, Jasmine. We will now be talking about what we think of this recent event involving Master Julius Sabbath of the Great Sabbath Family. Welcome to The Honest Review, the first episode of its kind. This, of course, has been created

---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off

A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E