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.

or some internet trolls ruin my life. They wanted my reputation in shambles, my world

dress like a

I had just finished getting

chosen a long 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

I didn’t really need heels

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

what Soren would think. No way he’d be able

should take that step, to be honest. After everything that happened online today, this felt like a terrible

anticipation. If anything, it showed in the way I presented

descended to the lobby, heart fluttering. The moment I spotted him by

and I caught a glimpse of an evening suit peeking from beneath his coat.

streetlights flicked on just as I saw him, illuminating him like they were part of his aura. Shadows deepened the sharpness

for tonight, too. I had a feeling he had a confession at the ready.

Reason told me to turn him down, and yet–my legs moved