Mo Anran clenched her fists secretly, refusing to admit it to the death. "No, that's not me. It's just someone who looks a lot like me. I haven't had plastic surgery. Someone is just using these photos to humiliate me."

At this point, she suddenly looked up in alarm and glanced at the center of the judges' panel.

Then Mo Anran saw Quan Jingzhou sitting in the center.

The man's handsome profile was serene and aloof, as if shrouded in mist, and he didn't even glance at her.

Mo Anran paused, her previously shocked expression turning into one of complete panic.

These photos were found by Quan Jingzhou.

Was it all for the purpose of releasing her today to humiliate her?

If that's the case, then she probably won't be able to get away with it so easily this time.

That man has the ability to manipulate events.

After the initial panic subsided, Mo Anran forced herself to calm down.

Standing on the stage, she addressed the reporters, "Please believe me, the person in the photo has nothing to do with me, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, everyone stared wide-eyed at the big screen again.

When their gaze fell on her again, it turned into disdain and contempt.

"I never imagined that Miss Mo, not only did you get plastic surgery, but you also... have questionable morals." The reporter ended with the mildest of words.

"W-What's wrong?" Mo Anran turned around in confusion.

The content on the big screen had already changed, and when she saw it clearly, she couldn't help but cry out in despair, "No, turn them all off! Turn them off!"

"Ah...ah..."

Along with Mo Anran's scream, a series of unpleasant sounds echoed in the live broadcast hall.

These voices were undoubtedly like a bombshell dropped on the scene.

Has popular model Mo Anran undergone plastic surgery? She is also suspected of participating in group sex activities?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally couldn't help but stand up excitedly, rushing towards Mo Anran on the stage, shoving countless microphones in front of her.

"Ms. Mo Anran, is this part of your dark history?"

"What is your intention in choosing to reveal this at this time?"

"Was this a desperate measure taken to win the game?"

"Do you often attend these kinds of parties? How do you explain these videos?"

Mo Anran naturally saw the content on the screen clearly as well. "No, no, this isn't me..."

She staggered back, her face pale, the intense fear rendering her speechless, "I...I..."

"Excuse me, is that you in the video, Ms. Mo?" a reporter asked loudly.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn back to Mo Anran's live performance.

On the huge LED screen.

Mo Anran was being pinned down by two men, being subjected to some kind of exercise that was utterly devoid of beauty.

The camera was precisely focused on her face, capturing her wanton and seductive expression perfectly.

"Ah... um"

Mo Anran lay on the bed, urging the two men beside her in English, "...I can't take it anymore."

Why use English?

Because the people filming this video with her were all foreigners, one of whom was Black.

Judging from the direction of the camera, Mo Anran was clearly acting voluntarily.

The video played continuously on the screen, undoubtedly dropping a bombshell on the scene.

The reporters were thrilled, and so were the onlookers watching the live stream online.

Cosmetic surgery, attending sex parties—how much more of Mo Anran's dark history hasn't been exposed yet?