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.

responding, but the more I ignored the rat, the more the rat

Aubree barely gave it a

rat went to such great lengths, stalking me, taking sneaky photos, and even putting together an illustrated biography of my life,

knowing smirk, forwarding the IP address from the university

That was it.

I’m even bothering with this, the

to see her twice in the past fortnight, aside from the very first day.

drove straight to Ellis

Aubree’s legs were aching so badly that she could barely move. Too tired to do anything, she let Bowen half–carry, half–support her all the way back

gently, “Would you prefer to eat out or

I’m craving

“Sure thing.”

the door swung open, Bowen swept

before pinning her

curtains drawn so that only the faintest slivers

voice low and teasing,

her neck and murmured, “I miss you. Every single

her scent. His ragged breaths sent waves of heat washing over her, each teasing

baby. Come on, give me

voice grew huskier, dropping lower like

thought ‘God, how can a man be this seductive? He’s like

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