Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Amid this, Ariana overheard a staff member’s hushed conversation.

“What’s happening? A dozen more accounts suddenly started voting for their team, all from the same IP address. It must’ve cost them over ten million to maneuver this.”

She asked, “May I know the location of that IP address, please?”

The staff member replied, “It traces back to somewhere in Eleymond, but I don’t have exact details.”

Their puzzled gaze met Ariana’s.

“Aren’t these your men?”

Ariana offered a sheepish smile, at a loss for words.

know what was happening? She was just

Angela’s Library

Eleymond, aside from Sarah and Tyler, were there other magnates willing to generously invest in her

conference room atop the BRD Group’s building, sitting at the end of the polished mahogany table, Holden tapped his fingers impatiently as he

ties. Their hair was carefully slicked back. This was the typical look of elite professionals. Those who knew the cutthroat

open in front of them, the screen of which was filled with constantly changing data and numbers. In the corner of each screen was a small

men were intently focused on their computers, tapping keyboards incessantly. They were using their connections and tactics unique to them to influence the online voting. It was only when the talent show host announced the end

well ahead of that

the men around the table,

that, Holden briskly strode out of the conference room. It was only then that the men finally dared

was all that about? Is Ariana’s team some kind of

Mr. Fredrick personally intervene and make us rig the votes halfway through the show?” one