Ex-boyfriend

Some said Bonnie was being bold, others claimed she was abusing her power. But since the male influencer already had a poor reputation, most of the comments in the thread were enjoying the drama, with the majority actually siding with her.

[That guy always clings to celebrities for clout. Now he finally got what he deserved. Serves him right!]

[I totally underestimated Bonnie. I thought she was just another delicate, innocent flower. Turns out she's a total badass.]

[This must be what a real heiress is like. She's rich, beautiful.Why should she put up with anything?]

[She says he's out of a job, and the next second he's groveling like a child.Damn, that was hot. I think I might be falling for her.]

[Count me in, I'm a fan now.]

[Fans +10086]

[Bonnie's trash. How shameless. Stooping so low as to fight a nobody influencer? And look at all these simps gag gag gag…]

[She's washed-up in showbiz, so now she's just bullying people with her family name. I'm dying of laughter.]

[Why hasn't Bonnie disappeared yet? I've had enough. I don't want to see this bitch in the news anymore. Can the media stop promoting her?]

[Don't want to see her +1]

As time passed, the hate comments piled up and they weren't just increasing in number, they were getting more likes and being pushed to the top, drowning out the supportive ones.

Bonnie randomly clicked into one of the haters' profiles and, sure enough, saw that they followed Allan's fan page.

These fans were like rabid dogs, attacking anyone they saw. And clearly organized, too. They pinned so-called "dirt" on Bonnie at the top, all with high likes and replies. Any clueless bystanders clicking in would just go along with it, calling her a bully and saying she was ruining her own image.

Furious, Bonnie shot upright in bed, ready to call help to clean up her name. But just as she clicked into one of the hateful comments, it suddenly vanished.

She blinked.

Huh?

She refreshed the page and saw more hate comments disappearing one after another.

Bonnie: What's going on? Did Dad's PR team finally decide to step in?

Soon after, every post that vaguely hinted at her was scrubbed clean from X. Not a single one remained.

Bonnie: "…"

Staring at the now-pristine homepage, she felt… oddly empty. Like a warrior with no battlefield.

Meanwhile, at The Lee Group Corporation headquarters.

The PR director nervously reported, "Mr. Lee, we've cleared all negative posts about Miss Wesley from X."

The man didn't even look up. He gave a lazy "Mm."

...

Bonnie had fallen asleep. When she woke up, it was already dark outside.

She washed her face and went downstairs.

Derek was back and still working. The bright lighting softened his sharp features, making him look refined and devastatingly handsome. He loosened his tie slightly, and the movement. His fingers, the prominent line of his throat, carried a subtle sensuality that was hard to ignore.

Bonnie crossed her arms and walked over, towering above him. "What do you mean, 'thanks to you, I hate women now'? Derek, care to explain?"

His long fingers paused briefly. He looked up at her lazily. "You really don't get it?"

"Nope."

Bonnie had always been beautiful, even as a child. Her feline eyes naturally lifted at the corners, seductive without meaning to be.

Derek stared at her for a moment, then closed his laptop and stood up. "If you don't get it, forget it."

"…"

"Come eat."

Bonnie pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

Derek: "So you've decided to live here?"

"This was always my home. If anyone's moving out, it should be you."

He shrugged indifferently. "Heading to the office tomorrow?"

"Of course."

Derek raised an eyebrow but said nothing more.

After dinner, Bonnie went to the guest room to pack up her things. Since she had napped all afternoon, she wasn't sleepy at all. Instead, she asked her father to send over the files for Eastvision Films Media and began studying them carefully.

The next morning, she got up early, finished her makeup, and remembered that her pearl earrings were in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. She headed there.

Standing at the door, she called out loudly, "Derek, are you up yet?"

A moment later, the door opened. Derek stood there in a white shirt and black slacks. Perhaps because he'd just woken up, his refined features carried a touch of languid charm as he looked down at her.

Bonnie ignored him and shoved past to head straight into the closet.

Derek adjusted his cuffs with a calm expression and quietly closed the door.

Bonnie found her pearl earrings and put them on in front of the full-length mirror. Derek leaned casually against the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching her with a relaxed air.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, glancing sideways at him.

"Because you're beautiful," he said lazily.

"…" She shot him a glare, then brushed past him, grabbed her bag, and dashed out the door.

When Derek drove out later, Bonnie was still waiting for her ride. He rolled down the window and said calmly, "I'll take you."

Bonnie gave him a flat look. "No need. A proper ex-boyfriend should be as good as dead."

Derek: "…"

Watching her figure grow smaller in the rearview mirror, Derek put on his earpiece and made a call. "Eden? Come pick Bonnie up from the gate and take her to the company."

"Yes, Mr. Lee."

…

Bonnie waited a long time, and when no car arrived, she was about to call her father's driver when a black sedan pulled up in front of her.

"Miss Wesley," the driver greeted.

Bonnie immediately recognized whose driver he was.

"Leave," she said firmly.

Eden replied, "Mr. Lee said if you're really bothered by having a 'dead' ex-boyfriend give you a ride, he'd be happy if you took the initiative to cover the fare."

Bonnie: "…"

She ended up paying Eden a few hundred yuan when they arrived at Eastvision Films and got out of the car.

But the more she thought about it, the more something felt off. Why did she feel like she'd somehow still lost?

…

Her father, Barry Wesley, had already made the necessary arrangements. As soon as Bonnie entered the company, a group of assistants and senior executives came to brief her. She listened while walking and didn't comment on anything.

It was only after she entered the office that the visibly tense executives finally let out a breath.

Someone muttered, "Some people are just born lucky. Even without any experience, she walks right in as CEO."

"Keep your voice down! You want to lose your job?"

"I'm just saying, did you see her just now? She clearly doesn't know anything. All she did was nod."

Another person sneered, "She's just a pretty little actress who relied on her looks in showbiz. What do you expect her to know? If she doesn't lose the company money, we should count our blessings. Alright, enough gossip. Get back to work!"

The crowd dispersed. Inside the office, Bonnie spun once in her chair and then fixed her sharp gaze on the young executive assistant.

"Tell everyone. We're having a meeting in thirty minutes."

Ken nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She opened the file on her desk and began scanning through it rapidly.

The office was brightly lit.

Bonnie, dressed in a sharp business outfit, looked stunning and confident. She smiled at the staff seated before her.

"Relax. Today's meeting is mainly for me to get to know everyone. If you have any ideas or thoughts, feel free to share. We'll discuss them together."

Everyone glanced at each other but stayed silent. Bonnie didn't mind. She looked down at her documents calmly as the seconds ticked by.

Ten minutes passed. Still, no one spoke.

Bonnie checked her watch, then looked up. "What, no one has anything to say?"