I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 180

Just moments ago, out of hundreds of thousands of comments, Marcus had liked one buried far down the thread.

That comment read: “This is literally a real life CEO falls in love with me story. When are Miss Chandler and Mr. Morgan getting married? Can I come to the wedding and witness the sweetness firsthand?”

Because Marcus liked it, the comment shot straight to the top of the trending list.

Netizens who had still been on the fence immediately took their cue. Comments shifted from “Wishing the Morgan heir a safe birth” to “Hope Miss Chandler and Mr. Morgan tie the knot soon!”

Scrolling further, Sophie spotted a few different voices.

“So Marcus liked a comment and then went silent. What if it was just an accidental tap? Everyone fawning over this is pathetic.”

“Exactly. People saying he’ll marry her are delusional. Do they even know the Morgans‘ background? He’ll never marry Sophie. When he said he’d take responsibility, he probably meant throwing her some hush money.”

“I think Sophie’s the one pushing this, hiring bots to stir things up because she’s desperate to marry into the Morgans. Disgusting. First she seduced her fiancé’s uncle, now she wants the title of Mrs. Morgan? Shameless.”

“That’s too harsh. Out of hundreds of thousands of comments, Marcus picked that one. You really think he didn’t know what he was doing? Come on.”

“I can picture it now–Marcus scrolling through, frowning until he found the perfect one, then hitting like with a smile. No way it was an accident!”

As Sophie was reading, a small line popped up under that comment: “Liked by the poster.”

Her phone suddenly felt hot in her hand. She froze.

Marcus was also still reading through the comments. That like hadn’t been a slip of the finger.

Something unfamiliar bloomed in Sophie’s chest, spreading like wildfire through her entire body. Her heart thudded wildly, and her almond–shaped eyes softened, brimming with warmth.

A buzz jolted her out of it. She glanced at her phone.

“That’s my answer.”

“Sophie, I won’t back down. And neither should you.”

It was only a handful of words, yet she could hear his domineering voice as if he were standing right there.

Those deliberate likes–those were his answer.

Joy burst through her like pop rocks in soda, sparking and fizzing until she couldn’t sit still.

Damn Marcus. He knew exactly what he was doing.

That thrill stayed with her the whole night. By the next morning, she finally managed to tamp it down and went to the Morgan Group as if nothing had happened.

The moment she walked into the design department, curious eyes surrounded her.

Before anyone could speak, Sophie cut them off with a serious face.

Chapter 180

“Ten minutes from now, we have a meeting. No personal gossip at work.”

The abrupt order only fueled their curiosity. If there was nothing going on, why hide it so hard? The sugar mest he real

Ten minutes later, the meeting began. Everyone snapped into work mode.

“Manager Chandler, we’ve been working to repair the damage caused under the former director, but we’re still missing traction. Fashion trends shift quickly, and the delay let consumers move on. Some smaller brands have even rolled out knockoffs.”

“The hype’s died down. Nobody’s willing to pay premium prices anymore

The team looked grim.

Sophie stayed calm. She pulled up several designs on her laptop and projected them onto the

Take a look at these first.”

“These are pieces of jewelry I designed over the past few days. They pair with the outfits in our collection. They can copy the clothes, but they won’t be able to copy this jewelry.”

“We’ll vote on it. If you all agree, we’ll launch them alongside the new line and hit our sales targets faster.”

Her colleagues couldn’t look away from the designs on the screen.

“Manager Chandler, did you really design these yourself? They’re stunning! It’d be a waste not to have a dedicated launch just for them.”

“The clothes were already great, but with this jewelry? Sales will soar.”

“Manager Chandler, I do have one concern.”

Lily hesitated, glancing at Sophie.

“Go ahead. Speak your mind. Don’t just flatter me.”

“I think these pieces….they really resemble Liora’s style.”

The room fell silent. Everyone had thought the same thing.

The clothes were like blossoms in spring, but this jewelry was wild grass–tough, unyielding. That resilience, that edge–it looked almost exactly like Liora’s work.

Sophie’s smile was faint.

“Great designs always share similarities. I know what you’re worried about, but I don’t care.”

“If there are no other objections, get the prototypes made immediately. Sales can’t wait.”

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