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

a queen, dress

time Soren arrived, I had just finished getting ready.

Since my knees were

and stunning. I didn’t really need heels now,

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

God, I was beautiful. I wondered what Soren would think. No way he’d be able to

if I should take that step, to be honest. After everything that happened online

weaken my anticipation. If anything, it showed in the way I presented myself. I had to look my best–just in

fluttering. The moment I

shifted his stance, and I caught a glimpse of an evening

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

had dressed up for tonight, too. I had a

me to turn