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.

was exactly what

that the money she had spent on the reporters was not in vain, and the 200,000 bots that Samuel had hired for her

all Lucille's own

that one

opinion continued to brew

herself was

nap, she began to exercise. It was not until dinnertime that she took a shower and changed her clothes before going to the dining

down at her mobile phone absent-mindedly because of the hate being directed

of food before

way too

herself a glass of water and almost choked

her cough, Madam Dahlia looked up from the phone screen and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Jules?" "I'm fine. What are you doing, Madam Dahlia?"

over to take a look and saw that Madam Dahlia

write out her replies. The speed was very slow, and as soon as the response was sent out, it was

curses.

Dahlia never gave up and continued to keep a serious attitude as she

A warm feeling welled up in

slandering her, there were others protecting her in their own