17Derek grinned, pacing again but with a lighter step. "Are you serious? That fast?""Yep," Serena confirmed. "You should check your social media. The post has blown up—tons of comments, likes, everything. They’re all talking about him and that woman. You’re a genius for pushing this story."Derek’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I knew it would work. He’s going to be finished after this.""Oh, he’s done," Serena laughed. "Nobody’s going to take him seriously after this. They’ll think he’s just some pathetic conman. It’s perfect."Derek couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. "I’ll check it now. This is exactly what we needed.""Glad I could help," Serena purred. "Consider it a little bonus for being such a good boyfriend."As Derek hung up, a smug grin spread across his face. He quickly opened his social media, his eyes scanning the posts that were flooding in. Sure enough, the post Serena had made was everywhere. People he barely knew were commenting, sharing, and adding thei
18Eleanor’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger crossing her face. "What do you mean rejected? What happened?"Allvar took a deep breath, still trying to grasp the reality of the situation. "I had an interview for an entry-level position. They were dismissive, rude... I felt like they just wanted to tear me apart. They kept mocking my appearance and belittling my experience."Eleanor's jaw tightened. "I can’t believe this. Who were the interviewers? They have no idea what they’re doing if they treated you like that. This is unacceptable." Her voice had taken on a fierce edge, and Allvar could sense the power radiating from her."It was a panel," Allvar explained. "The man in the center—he acted like I was just wasting his time. He said I didn’t have the grit for the job because I couldn’t afford a decent suit.""That’s outrageous!" Eleanor exclaimed, her eyes blazing. "I will find out who gave that order and severely punish them. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, especial
19They all turned and striding toward them was Eleanor Westwood herself, the CEO of Waterfall Corporation. Her presence was like a storm rolling in—calm, powerful, and intimidating all at once.Marcus froze, the color draining from his face. "Ms. Westwood," he stammered, his confident demeanor faltering. "I—uh—this... This young man was causing a disturbance. I was just handling it."Eleanor’s sharp eyes flicked between Marcus and Allvar. "Causing a disturbance?" Her voice was icy, her gaze settling on Marcus with thinly veiled contempt. "Mr. Falck is here as my guest."Allvar felt a wave of relief wash over him as Eleanor stepped between him and the guards. She looked at Marcus with a steely gaze that could cut through iron. "Tell me, Marcus," she continued, her tone dangerously low, "since when do you have the authority to decide who enters this building? Because last time I checked, that’s my decision."Marcus swallowed, trying to regain his composure. "I... I didn’t realize he wa
20The guards hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. Marcus recoiled, holding up his hands as if to ward them off. "Wait, please! This is all a misunderstanding! You can’t do this to me!""Actually, I can," Eleanor said coldly, turning away from him. "And I just did."Marcus’s protests faded into the background as the guards grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him toward the exit. He struggled for a moment but quickly realized it was futile. His final words were a mix of desperate pleas and angry curses, but no one listened.When the lobby was finally quiet again, Eleanor faced Allvar, her demeanor softening just a fraction. "I’m sorry you had to witness that," she said, her voice much gentler now. "Marcus was out of line, and I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior in this company."Allvar, still processing everything that had just happened, nodded slowly. "Thank you for standing up for me. I didn’t expect...""You didn’t expect to be treated like a human being?" Eleano
21At that moment, Claire refreshed the page on her phone and let out a sharp gasp."Ms. Westwood, the post… it’s gone," she said, holding the phone up for Eleanor to see.Eleanor, who had been pacing furiously, stopped in her tracks. "What do you mean, gone?""The post. It’s been deleted," Claire explained, her voice laced with confusion. "I just checked again, and it’s no longer there."Allvar, who had been standing tensely, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. "Well, that’s something, at least. But it doesn't explain who’s behind this in the first place."Eleanor narrowed her eyes, taking the phone from Claire to see for herself. Sure enough, the incriminating post had vanished without a trace. "This doesn’t make any sense," she muttered, handing the phone back. "Things don’t just disappear like that unless someone’s pulling strings."Suddenly, Allvar’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, pulling it
22Allvar slipped his phone back into his pocket, but his mind was already racing. Two faces immediately popped into his thoughts: Serena, his ex, and her new lover. If anyone was behind this, it had to be them. He clenched his jaw, his fists balling at his sides.Eleanor, standing nearby, noticed the shift in his expression and tilted her head, her brow furrowing in concern. "What’s going on Mr. Falck?" she asked, her tone gentle but curious.Allvar’s gaze flicked to her, tension evident in his voice. "I think I know who did this."Claire, who had been pacing in the background, stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she looked between them. "You do? Who?"He nodded, exhaling sharply as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "My ex... Serena. And her new lover. They're the only ones with a reason to try and ruin me like this. It makes too much sense."Eleanor frowned, crossing her arms. "Your ex?"Before anyone could say more, Allvar’s phone buzzed in his pocket again. Hi
23The next few hours crawled by as Allvar paced the room, his mind racing with anticipation. Eleanor and Claire sat nearby, exchanging occasional glances but keeping quiet as they watched him.Finally, the silence was broken by the sharp buzz of Allvar’s phone. His heart leapt as he grabbed it, seeing Mr. Lorentz’s name on the screen again. He answered immediately."Mr. Lorentz?"The butler’s calm voice greeted him on the other end. "Young Master, I have an update."Allvar’s grip on the phone tightened. "Did the hacker find something?""Indeed," Mr. Lorentz replied, his tone as composed as ever. "The hacker managed to infiltrate your ex girlfriend’s computer through technical means. They obtained incriminating recordings of both her and her new lover, Derek Hawthorne."Allvar’s eyes widened. "Recordings? What kind of recordings?""Conversations, video calls... it’s all there," Mr. Lorentz explained. "They openly discuss the plan to tarnish your reputation. It’s undeniable evidence."
24Derek pulled her close, his hands resting on her hips as they swayed to the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background. “I told you, babe, I knew exactly what would hit him where it hurt.” she continued with a proud smile.Serena leaned her head against his chest, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You should’ve seen some of the comments. They’re ruthless. People are making fun of him, saying things like ‘gigolo in a cheap suit’ and ‘just another pretty face with no brain.’”Derek chuckled, tilting her chin up for a kiss. “That’s what happens when you mess with the Hawthornes.”Serena smiled against his lips before pulling back slightly. “Oh, and that post about his sugar mama? That’s my personal favorite. Some girl even wrote that she saw him hanging around her salon like a lost puppy.”They both laughed, Derek spinning her around before pulling her back into his arms. “This is perfect. He’s going to be the joke of the town for a long time.”Serena’s eyes sparkled as