The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 295

It was really noontime now.

“You’ve been having fun waging a comment war all night, Haven’t you?” Soren said, amused. “I didn’t call you earlier because of that. But it’s noontime now. We’re supposed to have lunch together, remember?”

I had completely forgotten about our date!

Still, I realized he knew exactly what I’d been up to. “How did you know?”

“You went viral,” Soren explained. “Some accounts posted screenshots of your beef with keyboard warriors and trolls. A lot of people are envious of your gift of the gab.”

I sat up straight. “Come on! How jobless and chronically online are they?!”

“Don’t panic, Taylor. It’s a good thing. Now everyone knows better than to provoke you. People are scared of getting on the receiving end of your lashing!”

He joked, but I felt pretty upset. I knew I’d used some scathing words last night, and I really thought he wouldn’t pay attention to internet drama. He was supposed to be too busy with confidential projects to be bothered!

Well, he knew after all!

he see me as a bitch in sheep’s clothing? Someone who looked like an angel but

really went overboard last

seemed to sense my embarrassment. He smiled and reassured me, “It’s not that

chuckled, embarrassed. “You don’t think I kinda

would I think that? They’ve been defaming you nonstop, so what’s

like about you–you’re feisty and bold. A real powerhouse of a woman.”

like a superheroine. Seriously, Soren was a master of emotional appeal.

have a very

their women quiet and docile. They liked them submissive and demure. But he liked

Soren laughed.

course,” he replied with a knowing

since we decided to be

it. He was outstanding, but the weight of his responsibilities was just as extraordinary. His family was so

a perfect role model all the time. He had to hold himself to high standards–both those of othe his own. He’d lived like that for so long that he had to suppress his true self to fit into the

he was allowed to relax and have fun. Or to just pat himself on the back and

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