While they had expected Marco to tender his resignation voluntarily, they had preemptively released the news to
forestall any resistance from his end.
Once the statement was issued, it sparked a tumultuous uproar online, with discussions revolving around
Marco's background spiraling into a viral debate.
The comment section was brimming with deliberate instigations.
“With the news of his expulsion, it’s now confirmed. Marco is indeed not a true member of the Bryant family!”
There was even an individual claiming to be an employee of the Bryant
Group who posted disparaging comments such as, “I work at the Bryant
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Group, and frankly, the rank-and-file employees have harbored resentment towards Marco for a while. He is
overbearing and dogmatic, turning a deaf ear to any input from others. His demeanor resembles that of a
dictator. Additionally, his personal conduct leaves much to be desired. Despite his affluence, he treats his own
family poorly, curtailing their rightful expenses!”
The issue surrounding Laura and Marina's restricted expenditure was no secret. With this fabricated narrative
now in circulation, netizens becall the more convinced. A bandwagon effect ensued, with a majority joining
the torrent of negativity or purposefully tarnishing
Marco's reputation. For a time, the intewas awash with unfavorable reports about him.
Loraine’s expression hardened as she read through the vitriolic comments.
Having previously been a victim of cyberbullying herself, she was acutely aware of the sting such disparaging
remarks could deliver. Now, as these insults were directed at Marco, she felt an even deeper pang of sorrow.
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Unable to stomach the distressing content any longer, Loraine cast her phone aside, silently seething with
frustration.
The man beside her, eyes still closed, seemed aware of her inner turmoil. Suddenly, he grasped her hand.
Startled, Loraine’s instinct was to pull away, but she felt Marco's hand subtly trembling. It conveyed a raw
vulnerability, as if he was fearful she would retract her hand.
This unexpected reaction caught Loraine off guard. She gently held his hand, moving closer to him.
The icy silence Marco had upheld throughout the journey was merely a facade. It was only in her presence that
this hardened veneer began to soften.
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As she studied Marco’s impassive yet profound profile, a wave of sympathy washed over Loraine. In a soft voice,
she asked, “Marco, do you still plan on takingout for dinner tonight?”
Marco's dense black eyelashes trembled, but he managed to open his eyes to look at her.
Loraine saw the confusion and unease in his eyes.
He resembled an injured beast, vigilant of his surroundings and using a cold, fierce facade to protect himself. It
was only in her presence that he revealed a vulnerable side, seeking comfort like a domesticated dog.
Loraine’s heart melted when she saw these feelings in his eyes, and she looked at him with even more
tenderness.
“Dinner?” Marco suddenly asked her.
Loraine smiled and pointed at the single rose flower that was still pinned to her gown. “You invited me, but since
one rose doesn’t count as a meal, you owea proper dinner.”