“Let's go, Rosalynn,” Barlow said, emerging from the broadcast room.

Before Rosalynn could react, she was whisked upstairs.

On the second floor, Harlan, driven by his fury, kicked open a door and stormed into a room.

Confronted by the scene that greeted him, he Lunged forward, his eyes blazing, and violently kicked the three men.

Even as the men scrambled on the floor, their faces remained flushed.

Initially, they were perplexed, but panic quickly set in. They hurriedly gathered their scattered clothing from the floor.

Brylee, her eyes clouded with desire, moaned and lunged at Harlan, trying to plant a kiss on his lips.

Harlan, repulsed, dodged her advances and slapped her.

“Brylee, you disgust me," he spat.

Stunned by the harsh reality of her actions, Brylee fell to the floor, sobering quickly.

She let out a shriek and hastily covered herself.

“Harlan, give me my clothes," she pleaded.

But Harlan's eyes remained red-hot.

“Brylee, after what you've done, do you really fear being seen by others?"

“No, Harlan, I..."

“Brylee!"

The parents of both Harlan and Brylee forced their way through the crowd.

Brylee's mother, blushing in embarrassment, rushed to cloak her daughter.

Brylee's father, seething with rage, stepped forward and slapped her.

“You've brought shame upon our family!" he bellowed.

Brylee, flustered and humiliated, reached out to Harlan.

“Harlan, it's not what you think. Let me explain..