Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 154: Chapter 154
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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?"
Aubree glanced at her phone, surprised and a little puzzled to see a message from Natalie. In the dorm, Natalie always kept to herself, at most just bossing Sally around to do chores for her.
Whenever they happened to cross paths, their interaction was usually limited to a nod and a brief greeting. Nothing more.
[Did you check the forum? You're getting dragged.]
[Did you ever go out to meet someone during military training? You were caught on camera.]
[Did you get into a luxury car just now? That was also caught on camera.]
What the hell?' Aubree thought.
Aubree frowned and immediately clicked on the forum link Natalie had sent her. It was still the same account that had posted about her and Alvin yesterday, but the newly updated post now featured a completely different protagonist.
Given Aubree 's current net worth, a few photos of her riding in a luxury car wouldn't normally raise eyebrows. But when it was dug up that the car actually belonged to Bowen, that's when the real gossip started.
In universities, there was no shortage of drama-loving spectators. The OP's so-called investigative reasoning, piecing together past and present, had practically fabricated Aubree's entire life story.
Aubree read with amusement. "What a waste the person isn't writing screenplays!"
Bowen leaned over to look, his brow furrowing at the content. "Let me handle this," he said firmly.
"No need," Aubree said confidently.
The post was cut from the same cloth as last night's, which had dug into her relationship with Alvin. It questioned how Aubree, an orphan who supposedly had no means of survival after leaving the Wilson family, could miraculously win an esports championship and secure investment to start her own company all within just a few short months.
How could a mere eighteen-year-old girl possibly pull all that off?
In other words, if she truly had the ability, would the Wilson family in Rithol City be that stupid? Who in their right mind would kick out a golden goose instead of keeping her around?
Clearly, Aubree slept her way up the Turner family ladder, using nothing but her pretty face to make both heirs fall head over heels and lavishing her with money and connections. How else could she pull that off?
Honestly, it even had a ring of truth to it.
Honestly, who wouldn't be jealous hearing about Aubree's past? Once envy takes root, even the flimsiest excuse could be weaponized against her.
Just like that, the "genius entrepreneur" was recast as a scheming gold-digger, at least in the eyes of the rumor mill.
Aubree dialed a number. "Yeah, it's about this. It's causing problems. Have the admin take the post off and get me the poster's IP address. I want to find out who's behind it. That's all.
"Come on, if I can't handle something this minor myself, what have I been doing all year, twiddling my thumbs?"
Bowen gently squeezed Aubree's hand. "Oh, right, I forgot. You're not that helpless little thing everyone used to push around anymore."
'That's good,' Bowen thought. 'Now my Bree won't be pushed around so easily anymore.'
Aubree said, "Before I even enrolled, I donated a building to the university under my company's name as a contingency for future favors. Honestly, I never thought I'd end up cashing in that chip so soon."
Aubree smirked coldly. Honestly, when that post about her and Alvin surfaced last night, she could've tracked down and exposed that annoying rat.
Aubree thought, 'I didn't even bother responding, but the more I ignored the rat, the more the rat doubled down.'
However, Aubree barely gave it a second thought now.
Aubree said, "Since the rat went to such great lengths, stalking me, taking sneaky photos, and even putting together an illustrated biography of my life, I might as well let the rat have fun for a couple of days, right?"
Aubree lowered her head with a knowing smirk, forwarding the IP address from the university to her tech team. "Trace this location," she instructed.
That was it.
Aubree smirked, "If I'm even bothering with this, the rat has won."
Bowen wasn't about to hold back. Worried that Aubree would be exhausted from military training, he'd only managed to see her twice in the past fortnight, aside from the very first day. The rest of the time, he had to make do with photos on his phone to ease his longing.
He drove straight to Ellis Heights.
After two weeks of military training, even with her usual workouts, Aubree's legs were aching so badly that she could barely move. Too tired to do anything, she let Bowen half-carry, half-support her all the way back to their room as soon as they got out of the car.
Bowen asked gently, "Would you prefer to eat out or stay in for lunch?"
"Let's eat in. I'm craving Carol's cooking."
"Sure thing."
The moment the door swung open, Bowen swept Aubree inside, kicking it shut before pinning her against it.
His room was decorated in cool, muted tones. The curtains drawn so that only the faintest slivers of light filtered through.
Bowen leaned in, his voice low and teasing, "Miss me?"
Before Aubree could answer, Bowen had buried his face in her neck and murmured, "I miss you. Every single day. You're in all my dreams."
Bowen above her greedily drank in her scent. His ragged breaths sent waves of heat washing over her, each teasing breath making her heart race wildly.
"Bree, my baby. Come on, give me a kiss, won't you?"
His voice grew huskier, dropping lower like a siren's call—dangerously seductive, impossible to resist.
Aubree's breath caught. She thought 'God, how can a man be this seductive? He's like a male fox spirit, just staring at me with those red-rimmed eyes.
'Honestly, if anyone could resist this, they must be made of stone.
'As if I could ever resist him!'
Aubree wrapped her arms around Bowen's waist and, with a powerful surge of strength, reversed their positions and pinned him against the door. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, lowered his head, and murmured, "Bree."
"Mm," Aubree murmured, tilting her head up to nip at his Adam's apple.
Bowen let out a low, utterly irresistible moan, making Aubree's eyes flutter shut in pleasure as she traced slow kisses up his neck. Bowen arched his head back, baring his throat to her completely.
On her tiptoes, Aubree pressed her lips against Bowen's, completely in control. Bowen's eyes fluttered half-shut, a blush spreading across his face.
"Bowen, has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" Aubree murmured.
"It's first time I've heard this, but I'm honored you think so," Bowen replied with a smile.
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?"
Aubree glanced at her phone, surprised and a little puzzled to see a message from Natalie. In the dorm, Natalie always kept to herself, at most just bossing Sally around to do chores for her.
Whenever they happened to cross paths, their interaction was usually limited to a nod and a brief greeting. Nothing more.
[Did you check the forum? You're getting dragged.]
[Did you ever go out to meet someone during military training? You were caught on camera.]
[Did you get into a luxury car just now? That was also caught on camera.]
What the hell?' Aubree thought.
Aubree frowned and immediately clicked on the forum link Natalie had sent her. It was still the same account that had posted about her and Alvin yesterday, but the newly updated post now featured a completely different protagonist.
Given Aubree 's current net worth, a few photos of her riding in a luxury car wouldn't normally raise eyebrows. But when it was dug up that the car actually belonged to Bowen, that's when the real gossip started.
In universities, there was no shortage of drama-loving spectators. The OP's so-called investigative reasoning, piecing together past and present, had practically fabricated Aubree's entire life story.
Aubree read with amusement. "What a waste the person isn't writing screenplays!"
Bowen leaned over to look, his brow furrowing at the content. "Let me handle this," he said firmly.
"No need," Aubree said confidently.
The post was cut from the same cloth as last night's, which had dug into her relationship with Alvin. It questioned how Aubree, an orphan who supposedly had no means of survival after leaving the Wilson family, could miraculously win an esports championship and secure investment to start her own company all within just a few short months.
How could a mere eighteen-year-old girl possibly pull all that off?
In other words, if she truly had the ability, would the Wilson family in Rithol City be that stupid? Who in their right mind would kick out a golden goose instead of keeping her around?
Clearly, Aubree slept her way up the Turner family ladder, using nothing but her pretty face to make both heirs fall head over heels and lavishing her with money and connections. How else could she pull that off?
Honestly, it even had a ring of truth to it.
Honestly, who wouldn't be jealous hearing about Aubree's past? Once envy takes root, even the flimsiest excuse could be weaponized against her.
Just like that, the "genius entrepreneur" was recast as a scheming gold-digger, at least in the eyes of the rumor mill.
Aubree dialed a number. "Yeah, it's about this. It's causing problems. Have the admin take the post off and get me the poster's IP address. I want to find out who's behind it. That's all.
"Come on, if I can't handle something this minor myself, what have I been doing all year, twiddling my thumbs?"
Bowen gently squeezed Aubree's hand. "Oh, right, I forgot. You're not that helpless little thing everyone used to push around anymore."
'That's good,' Bowen thought. 'Now my Bree won't be pushed around so easily anymore.'
Aubree said, "Before I even enrolled, I donated a building to the university under my company's name as a contingency for future favors. Honestly, I never thought I'd end up cashing in that chip so soon."
Aubree smirked coldly. Honestly, when that post about her and Alvin surfaced last night, she could've tracked down and exposed that annoying rat.
Aubree thought, 'I didn't even bother responding, but the more I ignored the rat, the more the rat doubled down.'
However, Aubree barely gave it a second thought now.
Aubree said, "Since the rat went to such great lengths, stalking me, taking sneaky photos, and even putting together an illustrated biography of my life, I might as well let the rat have fun for a couple of days, right?"
Aubree lowered her head with a knowing smirk, forwarding the IP address from the university to her tech team. "Trace this location," she instructed.
That was it.
Aubree smirked, "If I'm even bothering with this, the rat has won."
Bowen wasn't about to hold back. Worried that Aubree would be exhausted from military training, he'd only managed to see her twice in the past fortnight, aside from the very first day. The rest of the time, he had to make do with photos on his phone to ease his longing.
He drove straight to Ellis Heights.
After two weeks of military training, even with her usual workouts, Aubree's legs were aching so badly that she could barely move. Too tired to do anything, she let Bowen half-carry, half-support her all the way back to their room as soon as they got out of the car.
Bowen asked gently, "Would you prefer to eat out or stay in for lunch?"
"Let's eat in. I'm craving Carol's cooking."
"Sure thing."
The moment the door swung open, Bowen swept Aubree inside, kicking it shut before pinning her against it.
His room was decorated in cool, muted tones. The curtains drawn so that only the faintest slivers of light filtered through.
Bowen leaned in, his voice low and teasing, "Miss me?"
Before Aubree could answer, Bowen had buried his face in her neck and murmured, "I miss you. Every single day. You're in all my dreams."
Bowen above her greedily drank in her scent. His ragged breaths sent waves of heat washing over her, each teasing breath making her heart race wildly.
"Bree, my baby. Come on, give me a kiss, won't you?"
His voice grew huskier, dropping lower like a siren's call—dangerously seductive, impossible to resist.
Aubree's breath caught. She thought 'God, how can a man be this seductive? He's like a male fox spirit, just staring at me with those red-rimmed eyes.
'Honestly, if anyone could resist this, they must be made of stone.
'As if I could ever resist him!'
Aubree wrapped her arms around Bowen's waist and, with a powerful surge of strength, reversed their positions and pinned him against the door. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, lowered his head, and murmured, "Bree."
"Mm," Aubree murmured, tilting her head up to nip at his Adam's apple.
Bowen let out a low, utterly irresistible moan, making Aubree's eyes flutter shut in pleasure as she traced slow kisses up his neck. Bowen arched his head back, baring his throat to her completely.
On her tiptoes, Aubree pressed her lips against Bowen's, completely in control. Bowen's eyes fluttered half-shut, a blush spreading across his face.
"Bowen, has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?" Aubree murmured.
"It's first time I've heard this, but I'm honored you think so," Bowen replied with a smile.
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