Chapter 6
Georgia’s POV
But now, all I felt was disgust.
“Jordan,” I said coldly, “do you know what I regret the most?”
He looked up at me, dazed.
“I regret ever being blind enough to fall for someone like you.”
Right after I said that, his face turned ashen.
The bodyguards, on the other hand, didn’t waste time. They kicked both him and Mrs. Dawson out, suitcase and all.
Her wailing echoed down the hallway as they disappeared from sight.
The next morning, I had barely stepped into the office when my assistant came rushing over, out of breath.
“Something’s wrong! Big time!” she said, panicking. “There’s a crowd of reporters downstairs, and… and some woman’s crying with a baby in her arms!”
My stomach dropped.
I rushed over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down.
Sure enough, there she was.
Mrs. Dawson sat right in front of the Apex Technologies building, cradling the baby like some tragic heroine, with a dozen reporters surrounding her with cameras already rolling.
And then, right on cue, she burst into loud, theatrical sobs.
“Someone help us get justice! Georgia already has a baby with my son, and now that she’s rich, she wants nothing to do with us! We’re homeless, wandering the streets, while she’s living in a mansion, driving fancy cars! Where’s the fairness in this world?!”
My entire body started shaking with rage.
This woman! She actually claimed that the baby was mine and Jordan’s?!
On camera, she kept the drama going, blowing her nose, crying louder.
“My son gave her everything-his love, his loyalty! And she just threw us away like trash! This poor child is just a baby! His father was fired! We have nowhere to go! Georgia, do you even have a heart?!”
Unsurprisingly, the reporters were eating it up. Stories about wealthy families and drama always made great headlines after all.
“Did Miss Fuller really abandon her child?”
“Does the CEO of Apex Technologies know about this scandal?”
“Should Miss Fuller be held accountable for what she’s done?”
Hearing the murmurs, Mrs. Dawson upped the act, crying harder.
“I’m not asking for much. I just want her to recognize the child. He’s her own flesh and
blood!”
While Mrs. Dawson acted there, Jordan was hiding in the crowd like a pitiful side character, wearing a heartbroken expression to match the script.
I stared at the scene below with fury burning at first, followed by disbelief and finally laughter.
They really thought this would scare me?
How naive.
Less than an hour later, “Apex Technologies CEO’s Sister Abandons Husband and Child” was already trending topic across every major platform.
The online outrage also exploded.
[So just because she’s rich, she can do whatever she wants? Where’s her heart?]
[That poor baby. Imagine being born to a mother like that!]
[What kind of family is the Fullers raising?!]
As such, the PR department’s phones were ringing off the hook, and several department heads were pacing like they were on fire.
But I just sat calmly in my office, waiting for my brother to arrive.
When Lonnie finally walked in, his face was unreadable.
“They’ve dragged your name through the mud too, you know,” I said, watching him closely.
He glanced out the window at the mess unfolding downstairs.
“Let them keep going,” he said flatly. “The louder they are, the harder they’ll fall.”
Hearing his cryptic words, my eyes lit up.
“Good. Then let’s make this mess even bigger. I want them crushed so badly that they can never get back up.”
He turned to look at me, and a rare flash of approval appeared in his eyes.
“Alright.”
With that, the hate online only intensified. Some people even dug up my old photos, calling me “a manipulative gold-digger” just based on how I looked.
I read through the comments without flinching. In fact, I felt exhilarated.
Because the nastier the insults, the sweeter the comeback.
Third Person’s POV
A few days later, Apex Technologies’ official account released a statement.
[In response to the recent false rumors circulating online, our company will be holding a live press conference tomorrow at 10 a.m. to publicly address the matter.
We have also extended a formal invitation to Mrs. Eva Dawson and Mr. Jordan Dawson to attend with the child for a face-to-face confrontation.]
When Eva saw the announcement, she practically squealed with excitement as she called
Jordan.
“Jordan, tomorrow you’d better cry your eyes out! We’re going to make her kneel and apologize in front of the whole country!”
Third Person’s POV
