Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom novel Chapter 657

“Violette’s belly is so big, but she still had sex with a man in the hotel. Everyone should know, right?”

“My friend who works at the airport said Violette jetted off abroad first thing this morning. Looks like she’s escaping to dodge the storm!”

“I’m freaking out, dude! My friend shared a screenshot of Violette’s video and got the account blocked. The name ‘Violette’ is gonna be the new forbidden word?”

The netizens nailed it. Within half an hour, typing “Violette” became the new online taboo.

The backlash was instant. Netizens, in a defiant uproar, catapulted the Dennis Group into the trending searches.

Mike’s blue eyes were now stormy. He scrolled through the onslaught of public opinion.

He wanted to be on a plane to B Country, by Violette’s side, b

ut with the drama unfolding here, he should stay here, ensuring the company’s wheels kept turning.

“Mike, um...” The Vice President popped into Mike’s office, with a hint of awkwardness in his approach. “President Dennis... is she, uh, okay?”

“She’s in B Country now,” Mike replied. His voice was cooler than the iced coffee on his desk.

“Oh... She’s alright, though, right?”

Mike raised an eyebrow, with disbelief etched into his face. “Everyone else doubting Violette is okay, but you? You’re her Vice President. Don’t you know what kind of person she is?”

The Vice President was quick to affirm, “Of course, I trust President Dennis! I’m just concerned about her seeing all this vile talk online...”

“I’m deleting it,” Mike said, sipping his coffee with an air of frustration. “If that’s all, you can go.”

“Right... I’ll go brief the managers. Make sure everyone’s standing by President Dennis...”

“Mike, I just arrived.” Violette’s voice was calm, untouched by the chaos brewing a continent away.

She likely had no clue about the storm back home.

“Oh,” he hesitated, trying to sound nonchalant, “getting lots of messages, are you?”

“I haven’t checked yet! Rita’s famished; we’re about to eat something.” Violette’s senses sharpened, detecting something amiss. “What’s going on?”

“Take Rita out for a meal first. We’ll talk after you two have eaten,” Mike suggested, not wanting to spoil her appetite.

Her curiosity was aroused. Violette pressed, “Tell me now. Is it the company or...”

“It’s you,” Mike cut her off. “You’re the storm.”