Chapter 11
All of a sudden, the comments on the internet quickly changed at the same time, Marcus dropped his own tweet that got everyone buzzing.
Marcus: [Poor girl, getting trash–talked by you all. He was teasing, making it clear nothing sketchy happened between them.
The replies were coming in hot. Someone commented: Whoa, the lady killer turns out to be a jerk!)
Another wrote: [She left the marriage with nothing but still getting dissed. Feel sad for her.]
Someone else commented: [Is Elsher Group gonna set the record straight?]‘
Another wrote: [Yeah, what now? Why so quiet?]
Someone else commented: [Do rich folks think they can toy with anyone? He should either be a good husband or give her the cash, right? She takes nothing and still gets smeared.]
Wallace saw the two tweets. He also noticed Hannah’s black avatar. She hadn’t tweeted anything else, except for her explanation which she stuck up top. There was also that snapshot of him cozying up to Nicole, laying out the reason they split.
After losing her memory, Hannah dropped all her history with him in just one tweet. She didn’t pull any punches
Wallace was struck by how little he really knew about her. He didn’t even know she had a brother or the details about her job.
Wallace frowned. His thin lips were pursed, and his gaze darkened. Suddenly, it was hard for him to catch his breath. Just then. James barged in, drenched with sweat. “Mr. Elsher, our last deal’s falling apart. The cash is gone, and now our stock’s tanking. This mess hit Elsher Group hard.
Wallace’s expression turned cold. “Is PR on this?”
“They’re all over it. The whole company’s in damage control, James replied.
However, Wallace was obviously annoyed. He yanked at his tie and wanted to say something, but the door swung open again.
His morn Bethany strutted in, looking grim. She slammed her purse on his desk. “Hannah’s way out of the line! She smacked us right in the middle of a hurricane.” “We’ve got reporters swarming downstairs. I had to duck and weave to get out of there. She’s the reason we’re in this mess. Are you still on her side, Wallace? Tell her to delete that tweet, now!”
Hearing her sharp voice, Wallace felt a headache brewing. He pinched between his eyebrows tiredly and said, “I don’t know anything about that photo, Mom.”
There was only one person who could’ve snapped it–Nicole. And it was clear how Hannah had it. Images of Nicole’s past schemes clouded Wallace’s mind, his face grew stormy.
Bethany seemed to get it too. She softened, defending Nicole. “Nicky’s head over heels for you. That’s why she-
Wallace couldn’t take another word. “Mom,” he warned, with a look that could cut glass.
James held up his phone and said in a trembling voice, “I can’t contact Ms. Raven, Mr, Elsher”
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Chapter 11
Wallace’s face turned to stone
Bethany, meanwhile, flared up once more, “Who does she think he is? She’s up to no good, marrying you from the beginning!”
But Wallace thought of Hannah. She had been such a tender wife always waiting and caring for him. He felt a pang of real pain.
Chilling on her garden swing. Hamah was glued to her phone, rolling her latest tweet with a smirk. They targeted the wrong person. I’m not a pushover, she thought.
Suddenly, Cynthia’s call popped up. As soon as Hannali picked up, Cynthia launched into a rant about Wallace, then piped up. “Hey, Oliver invited me and Marcus to ilimmer tonight to cheer for your win. I’ll send you the details pronto.”
Hannah was dumbstruck for a second. A congrats dinner and I’m the last to know? Also, since when are Cynthia and Marcus buds! She had questions bouncing around her head,
By the time Hannah strolled into the restaurant, Oliver and Cynia were already there, tapping their feet. Cynthia couldn’t sit still and blurted out, “Where the heck is Marcus?”
Hannah felt thankful for Marcus’s online backup. “Maybe he got held up. Let’s hang on a bit,” she suggested, chill about it.
However, after a long time, Marcus still did not show up. Hannah felt that something was amiss. She said to Oliver. “Maybe we should call him.”
Oliver dialed up Marcus. It took an age before he picked up. Hearing what Marcus said, Oliver’s face turned as grim as a storm cloud. Hannah asked, “What’s wrong?”
Oliver grabbed his coat and bolted for the door. “Hospital. Now, Marcus’s brother Benedict’s crashed his car.”
In a flash, Cynthia was on her feet, dragging a baffled Hannah out. “The Campbells are a whole soap opera. I’ll fill you in on the ride,” Cynthia said on the run.
