A few disfigured individuals seemed to stir, exchanging glances with one another.
"You're all staring down the barrel of a massive lawsuit, with damages up to a million bucks each. How much did you pocket under the table? Is it really worth your silence?"
Rosemary coaxed them gently, "When no one's there to fix your faces, you'll have to live with that mug for the rest of your life. If you end up behind bars on top of that—broke and disfigured—is it worth it?"
The disfigured group's eyes wavered, but no one spoke up.
Just then, Rosemary received a message.
After reading it, she turned to the college girl.
"Did you say you took out a loan for nine hundred and fifty bucks to buy products from the Ar-Bl-Clear Group?"
The college girl's eyes shot up, nodding in alarm.
