The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 283

Slanders thrived on ambiguity and speculation. But me? I had pure frickin‘ evidence.

That was why Edward complained about my fixation on details. He was panicking. He knew he wasn’t winning this.

As if these so–called “details” weren’t the fact that I’d saved his fucking life over the years.

The comment section had exploded under my response. A few people whined about how “scary” it was for a woman to hyper–fixate on every little thing, but most were on my side. They even correctly identified Edward as an ungrateful bastard.

My phone beeped.

Soren texted that he’d be here in an hour.

I looked up, realizing the sky had started to darken. I washed up and put on my best fit.

After this sudden narrative war on the Internet, I no longer cared how being seen with Soren would reflect on me. Tomorrow marked the first day of the new year. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion–the start of something

new.

trolls ruin my life. They wanted my reputation in shambles, my

to walk like a queen, dress like a queen, and blind them like a frickin‘ queen at the countdown to midnight.

arrived, I had just finished getting ready.

red dress and a black trench coat for the occasion. Since my knees were still recovering, I skipped the heels in favor of flat–heeled brogues.

I didn’t really need heels

dabbed on some light makeup, and swiped on my most flaming red lipstick to

what Soren would think. No way

everything that happened online

anticipation. If anything, it showed in the

to the lobby, heart fluttering. The moment I spotted

of an evening suit peeking from beneath

I saw him, illuminating him like they were part of his aura. Shadows deepened the sharpness of his features, and his smile almost

a

ringing through my ears. Reason told me to turn him down,