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.

thought, ‘I didn’t even bother responding, but the more I ignored the rat, the more

it a

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

IP address from the university

That was it.

“If I’m even bothering with this, the rat

military training, he’d only managed to see her twice in the past fortnight, aside from the very first day. The rest of the time, he had to make

straight to Ellis

move. Too tired to do anything, she let Bowen half–carry, half–support her all

prefer to eat out or stay in for

eat in. I’m craving

“Sure thing.”

door swung open, Bowen

before pinning her against

curtains drawn so

voice low and teasing, “Miss

had buried his face in her neck and

ragged breaths sent waves of

on, give me a kiss, won’t

voice grew huskier, dropping lower like a siren’s call–dangerously

can a man be this seductive? He’s like a male fox spirit, just

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