Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1073

In the photo, Mercedes was grinning from ear to ear, leaning forward with all her energy. She held a man’s watch in her hands, carefully slipping it onto the guy’s wrist. The man just let her do it, no hesitation at all.

The comments under the tweet were already in chaos. People were losing their minds, and the site even crashed a few times. Mercedes was practically a legend in the entertainment world, famous for being completely untouchable. Fifteen years in the industry, not a single scandal, never one to stir up drama. She was the type who avoided kiss scenes whenever possible, and if a male co-star got even a little too flirty, she’d just walk off the set, no questions asked. To her fans and the public, Mercedes was pure perfection, like she was above all the messiness of real life.

But now, here was this so-called goddess, meeting up with some random guy and smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world. The paparazzi who broke the story went all out with their descriptions.

[Mega Scandal! The scandal-free goddess Mercedes waited an hour just to see a mystery man!]

[Eyewitnesses say the goddess had hearts in her eyes, kept handing him water and even gave him a watch. She looked so eager it was almost heartbreaking!]

[Who is this guy? How did he turn our ice queen into a puddle of spring water?]

The trending topic had a glaring red “BREAKING” tag next to it.

Emmy stared at the picture for a couple of seconds, her eyebrows pulling together just a little. That was it. “Everyone has friends of the opposite sex,” she muttered under her breath. A guy like James was always going to have women interested in him. Besides, to her, the whole scene just looked like two friends catching up, or maybe Mercedes was just being a little too enthusiastic.

Emmy swiped out of Twitter. She opened her messages and replied to her mom and friends, letting them know she was safe. Then she scrolled through her photo album, staring at her pictures for a moment. That dream she’d had started to feel real again, but she pushed it out of her mind. The dream felt more like a warning, urging her to find her lost memories. Only if she remembered everything could she finally get to the bottom of things.

The plane started to descend. Emmy turned off her phone.

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Touchdown in Boston. Emmy didn’t waste a second. She dropped by her place just long enough to throw her stuff together, then went straight to the lab. Once she got busy, all her random thoughts were shoved aside by the mountain of data she had to deal with. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind: study. She threw herself into her work like her life depended on it.

[Stay safe. Remember to let me know you’re okay.]

He still hadn’t replied. He’d said he had a satellite phone. So why couldn’t he even send a quick message to say he was safe? Unless… he was in a situation so extreme that even a satellite phone wouldn’t work.

Emmy’s brow tightened, a wave of worry rushing through her. She closed the chat, scrolled through her contacts, and made a few calls. No one knew what was going on with James.

Finally, she called Krystina.

“Hey, Krystina, when are you coming back?”