My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 47

Whatever. He would never find out who Lonely Shadow was for the rest of his life.

Lucille turned off her computer. She grabbed a pillow by the bed and laid down comfortably.

While she was enjoying her afternoon nap, two storms ripped through Shein City.

One of the storms was related to the appearance of Lone Shadow. Many different factions wanted to find out their whereabouts, but after getting a glimpse of hope, they still returned empty-handed. The other was the negative news about Lucille.

Because of the fact that she had refused to forgive the students or compromise, she was seen in a bad light.

The incident continued to brew. Although the people who slandered her were all bots, many of those who didn't know the true story jumped on the bandwagon as well. They simply sided against Lucille just because they saw other people doing it.

They would comment things like: "How can there be such a horrible woman? Apparently, she stole something before, and her reputation was already ruined. No wonder even her own father wanted to cut her off. She deserves it!"

Someone said: "Get this b*tch out of Shein City!"

Another added: "Forgiveness is a virtue. Being vengeful is what you should be ashamed of. Miss Jules, please step up and apologize publicly for your inappropriate behavior!"

Looking at the overwhelming comments about Lucille on the Internet, Zoey was full of satisfaction.

exactly what

on the reporters was not in vain, and the 200,000 bots that Samuel had hired for her were all worth

all Lucille's own

of reporters. It was amazing. Because of that one sentence, she had become the public's punching bag, and everyone

continued to brew throughout

herself was the least

exercise. It was not until dinnertime that she took a shower and changed her clothes

at her mobile phone absent-mindedly

of food before quietly putting down her

was way

of water

"What's wrong, Miss Jules?" "I'm fine. What are you doing,

over to take a look and saw that Madam Dahlia was fighting

the keyboard to type, she had to use the handwriting feature to write out her replies. The speed was very slow, and as soon as the response was sent out, it was drowned again by

curses.

Madam Dahlia never gave up and continued to keep a

taken aback. A warm feeling welled up

there were people slandering her, there were