Chapter 282
The photo captured Alvin bringing food to Aubree.
The post was going viral, mainly because the protagonists were impossible to ignore. At Rithol University, the undisputed talk of the campus among freshmen was undoubtedly Aubree and Alvin.
One was a rising young entrepreneur, and the other was the scion of the Turner family. They even knew each other.
Aubree thought, ‘Honestly, the post is so detailed and believable that I would’ve even fallen for it if I weren’t the main character:
The post started by analyzing how Alvin brought Aubree food, then delved into their past as esports teammates, and even mentioned her business collaborations with the Turner Group during her entrepreneurial journey. After this long–winded “investigative report,” it concluded with insinuations about an ambiguous relationship between Aubree and Alvin.
So, why weren’t they officially dating?
Naturally, since they looked like close friends who preferred to keep things discreet, the outsiders could not help but assume there was some kind of shady deal or transactional relationship going on behind the scenes.
Although the post went viral, judging from the comments, not many people actually bought it. With Alvin’s looks and status, and Aubree being just as impressive, who could even tell who was pursuing whom there?
Even if it were true, who wouldn’t jump at the chance? Hooking up with a hottie and becoming a billionaire CEO, that was like hitting the jackpot with a two–for–one deal! Why couldn’t they ever get that lucky?
Deep down, Aubree was no naive eighteen–year–old. She found these petty, clumsy attempts laughably amateurish. She glanced at the post, a chuckle escaping her lips. “The photo’s actually pretty good,” she mused.
Karlie’s eyes darkened. “Aubree, aren’t you even the slightest bit upset?”
Karlie looked like she was the one gossiped about, fuming with indignation. “Seriously, who do these people think they are? Spreading baseless rumors without knowing anything. Can’t you and Alvin just be friends?”
Aubree shrugged it off. “It’s fine,” she said. “It’ll fade away in a couple of days.”
Aubree shut down her laptop and packed a couple of outfits. With military training finally over and a two–day break ahead, Bowen was picking her up first thing tomorrow morning. Honestly, compared to all the campus forum dramas, a holiday date with her boyfriend was way more important.
But little did Aubree know, things had taken a drastic turn by the next morning.
No sooner had Aubree settled into Bowen’s car with her backpack than her phone started blowing up with notifications.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
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