Trevor had been ready for this. As <b>soon </b>as the interview dropped, he released a statement
He didn’t mention the abortion drug at all. Instead, he just said that Milena was now suspected of intentionally trying to harm Sophia, and that he couldn’t reach her anymore.
On the surface, he wasn’t <b>ming </b>anyone, but it was obvious he was subtly hinting that Milena had gone on the run out of guilt.
There were things Trevor couldn’t say himself, but that didn’t mean his fans couldn’t do the talking for him
Joey had already reached out to a few top fan leaders behind the scenes to get the ball rolling.
As soon as Trevor and his studio put out their statement, those <b>fan </b>leaders rallied everyone in the group chats to flood thement sections, steering the conversation so all the me for Sophia’s <b>miscarriage </bnded squarely on Milena
Given <b>everything </b>that <b>had </b>happened before, it wasn’t hard for people to believe Milena could do something like this. The: onlookers bought it without a second thought
Aubree didn’t lose any sleep over it. Pinning everything on Milena was the fastest way for Trevor to get himself out of this mess. Milena did push Sophia, and her intention to make her miscarry was just too obvious. There was no way to clear her
name.
She was curious to see what <b>Milena </b>would do next.
She felt <b>that </b>the more Trevor tried to y the innocent victim now, the juicier the plot twist would be when the truth finally
came out
For now, she wasn’t paying much attention to the drama online. Soon enough, it was time for the ss reunion. This was their first group gathering. When Aubree walked into the private room, all four round tables were nearly full. She only recognized a
few ssmates.
“Hey, Aubree’s here!” someone suddenly called out.
She heard her name and looked over in the direction of the voice.
Gresham Roffe was waving her over.
They’d even saved her a seat.
Aubree <b>wasn’t </b>just an ordinary person. She was the CEO of Bree Technology. Everyone here was from the finance department, <b>and </b>in their <b>eyes</b>, she was basically a walking gold mine. Getting on her good side was definitely <b>a </b>smart move.
She got roped into drinking way more <b>than </b>she wanted. With so many finance guys around, the table was a nonstop blur of <b>toasts </b><b>and </b>clinking sses. Aubree <b>was </b>starting to feel like she couldn’t keep up.
By the second half of the dinner, her head <b>was </b><b>already </b>spinning. Not everyone there <b>was </b>loaded<b>, </b><b>so </b>the ce they’d picked <b>was </b><b>just </b><b>mediocre</b>, and the booze was the cheap kind that would get people drunk very soon.
She braced herself on the table and stood up, nning to step out <b>for </b><b>some </b><b>air</b>.
“Hey, Aubree, where are <b>you </b><b>going</b><b>?</b>‘ <b>Gresham </b>reached out, <b>blocking </b>her path.
He had nned this dinner, and he’d put a lot of effort into the seating arrangements.
<b>Everyone </b>at Aubree’s table was close to him. In his mind, there was nothing that couldn’t be sorted out over a meal.
He’d recently started a project with a few <b>ssmates </b>and was <b>hoping </b>to use this chance to rope Aubree into investing. He <b>hadn’t </b>even gotten to pitch it yet, and now <b>she </b><b>was </b><b>about </b>to <b>leave</b>.
“I’m feeling dizzy. I need to go outside <b>and </b>sober up a bit,” Aubree <b>said</b>.
022 PM <b>? </b>?
With that, she ignored Gresham’s attempt to stop her, brushed past him, and left the private room.
She wasn’t clueless. Gresham had been the ringleader pushing drinks her way, and he kept bringing up some project he wanted her to take <b>a </b>look at.
He said it was just for her <b>opinion</b>, but she could see right through him. What he really wanted was to get her tipsy enough to say yes to investing before she even knew <b>what </b>hit <b>her</b><b>. </b>
Aubree grimaced at the bitter taste in her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The <b>crowd </b>inside was already pretty hammered, and it didn’t look like they’d be slowing down anytime soon. If she didn’t slip out now, she’d end up getting totally wasted right along with them.
She pulled out her phone as she walked. It was gettingte, and Bowen had a dinner party tonight.
She called Vincent.
“Hey, yeah. Can youe pick me up?<b>” </b>Aubree said into the phone.
Aubree’s vision doubled for a <b>second</b>. As she carefully sidestepped people passing by, she suddenly crashed right into
someone’s arms.
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