Chapter 1777

When Thelma saw the messages, her face turned pale. "What's wrong?" Charles asked, noticing her stiff posture as she stared at her phone. Leaning over, he caught a glimpse of the screen. It was a photo—one that showed Thelma unclothed. "Don't look!" Charles said quickly. Tears welled in Thelma's eyes. Her voice trembled as she said, "I didn't take these photos. The person in them isn't me, but the face… it's mine." Charles sighed. "I saw these earlier with the director." He hadn't intended for her to learn about this yet, but it appeared she had already seen them. "You… saw them earlier? Then…" Thelma's heart raced as she looked at Charles, afraid he might misunderstand and think she had something to do with it. But Charles remained calm, offering a reassuring smile. "They're either edited or AI-generated. I believe you. Who sent them to you?" "It was my former agent. She's always been good to me. If she's seen them, then others must have too. No wonder the director told me I