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.

was happening? She was

Angela’s Library

magnates willing to generously invest in

BRD Group’s building, sitting at the end of the polished mahogany table, Holden tapped his

him. These men were all impeccably dressed, wearing tailored suits and designer ties. Their hair was carefully slicked back. This was the typical look of elite

them, the screen of which was filled with constantly changing data and numbers. In the corner of

using their connections and tactics unique to them to influence the online voting. It was only when the talent show host announced the end of the votes that these traders finally relaxed,

of that of

sharp features as he said to the men around the table, “Well done, gentlemen. Let’s call it

the conference room. It was only then that the men

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 of the men wondered