The Queen They Buried

Chapter 283

Clearly, Aubree slept her way up the Turner family ladder, using nothing but her pretty face to make both heirs fall head over heels and lavishing her with money and connections. How else could she pull that off?

Honestly, it even had a ring of truth to it.

Honestly, who wouldn’t be jealous hearing about Aubree’s past? Once envy takes root, even the flimsiest excuse could be weaponized against her.

Just like that, the “genius entrepreneur” was recast as a scheming gold–digger, at least in the eyes of the rumor mill.

Aubree dialed a number. “Yeah, it’s about this. It’s causing problems. Have the admin take the post off and get me the poster’s IP address. I want to find out who’s behind it. That’s all.

“Come on, if I can’t handle something this minor myself, what have I been doing all year, twiddling my thumbs?”

Bowen gently squeezed Aubree’s hand. “Oh, right, I forgot. You’re not that helpless little thing everyone used to push around anymore.”

‘That’s good, Bowen thought. ‘Now my Bree won’t be pushed around so easily anymore!

Aubree said, “Before I even enrolled, I donated a building to the university under my company’s name as a contingency for future favors. Honestly,

never thought I’d end up cashing in that chip so soon.”

Aubree smirked coldly. Honestly, when that post about her and Alvin surfaced last night, she could’ve tracked down and exposed that annoying rat.

the more I ignored

Aubree barely gave it a second

lengths, stalking me, taking sneaky photos, and even putting together an illustrated biography of my life, I might as well let the rat have fun for

a knowing smirk, forwarding the IP address

That was it.

even bothering

twice in the past fortnight, aside from the very first day. The rest of the time, he had

drove straight

could barely move. Too tired to do anything, she let Bowen

“Would you prefer to eat out or stay

eat in. I’m craving Carol’s

“Sure thing.”

swung open, Bowen swept

it shut before pinning

The curtains drawn so that

his voice low and

and murmured, “I miss you. Every single day. You’re in all my

in her scent. His ragged breaths sent waves of heat washing

Come on, give

voice grew huskier, dropping lower like

She thought ‘God, how can a man be this seductive? He’s like a male fox spirit, just

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