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.

internet trolls ruin my life. They

that and shove it. I was going to walk like a queen, dress like a queen, and blind

the time Soren arrived, I

dress and a black trench coat for the occasion. Since my knees were still recovering, I skipped the heels in favor

I was already tall and stunning. I didn’t really need

makeup, and

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

that happened online today, this felt like a terrible

did nothing to weaken my anticipation. If anything, it showed in the way I presented myself. I had to look my best–just in

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

stance, and I caught a glimpse of an evening suit peeking from beneath his

part of his aura. Shadows deepened the sharpness of his features, and his smile almost

a feeling he

through my ears. Reason told me to turn him