I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 188

The sheer blast of hormones was overwhelming–the tension in the air so thick you could almost taste it.

Before Marcus appeared, everyone had been swooning over Julian’s refined, mixed–blood looks. But the moment Marcus showed up, the big bad wolf instantly crushed the pretty boy puppy. Julian didn’t even stand a chance.

Of course–how could their resilient, untamed Liora belong to anyone but a man this domineering?

The fans didn’t say much, but their eyes said it all.

Sophie, feeling self–conscious under their stares, took a few steps toward Marcus.

In a low voice, she asked, “How did you know I was here?”

“This is the ‘private trip‘ you were so vague about?”

Marcus’s gaze drifted lazily over to Julian, his tone carrying a dangerous edge

“Flying abroad to see a ‘friend,‘ then casually winning international glory?”

He bent closer, his breath warm against her ear, his words laced with mockery.

“Sophie, just how many surprises are you hiding from me?”

In front of everyone, Marcus leaned in without warning. The brush of his breath against her earlobe sent her face flaming red.

“We’ll talk later,” she muttered. If she let him keep this up, their “relationship|||would be plastered across headlines again.

Julian, still maintaining his polite composure, stepped forward and offered his hand.

“Mr. Morgan. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Their families had crossed paths in business before, but the two men weren’t lose.

Marcus clasped his hand briefly, his tone casual but sharp. “She’s here to compete. Naturally, I had to come and watch.”

The “she” in his words needed no clarification.

Julian’s brows creased faintly. “If I may…what exactly is your relationship wit Miss Chandler?”

Marcus’s lips quirked in subtle triumph. “Seems you’ve been too busy with the competition to catch the big news back home. You should check the trending topics. A sharp man like you will figure it out quickly.”

Then, with a deliberate glance at Sophie, he added smoothly, “I’m taking Rain dinner. Excuse us.”

Sliding his arm over her shoulders, he led her to the Maybach.

Julian froze, then slowly pulled out his phone. A quick search of the trending made his amber eyes widen in disbelief–then narrow with intrigue.

So that’s it. No wonder she’s untouchable…she’s Marcus’s woman. Now this is teresting.

As their car rolled away, fans erupted like shrieking groundhogs.

“Oh my god! Did I just witness a live PDA? I’m drowning in sugar!”

“Marcus and Liora are perfect together–marry them right here and now!”

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I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C’d His Uncle

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Chapter 188

“I used to think Sophie wasn’t worthy, but knowing she’s Liora? They’re the mate match. Top tier! Heaven sent!”

“Who snapped photos? Upload them, quick–I need new phone wallpapers!”

Within minutes pictures of the two were flooding social media.

One shot in particular blew up: Marcus striding forward, flowers in hand, towering at six–foot three, making Sophie’s five foot seven frame look delicate and small. The perfect “height difference couple,” straight out of a romance comic.

Fans had even Photoshopped Julian out of the background, leaving only Marcus and Sophie locked in a gaze that felt like the world had melted away.

The man’s eyes brimmed with tenderness, the woman’s face glowed with shy motion.

Comments poured in: gushing, shipping, even a few scandalous ones that skated dangerously close to getting banned.

Sophie, cheeks burning, scrolled nervously.

“What are you looking at?”

She nearly dropped her phone when Marcus suddenly leaned in.

“Y–you scared me!” she stammered, snapping it shut.

“Guilty conscience?” he teased, one brow lifting. “Texting that pretty–boy?”

“Pretty–boy?” she blinked, then realized. “You mean Julian?”

Marcus didn’t answer, but the dark look in his eyes said plenty.

Seeing his barely concealed jealousy, Sophie’s playful streak flared.

“I really did message Julian all those years. Honestly, I thought he’d be some middle–aged uncle. Turns out he’s young, handsome. The art scene will be buzzing after today.”

Marcus’s voice dropped, icy. “Regret turning down the panel four years ago?“||

She tapped her chin in mock thought. “A little.”

The temperature in the car plummeted.

Up front, Chris shivered and muttered internally: If she keeps teasing him, I’m cranking up the heat in midsummer…

“Why do I suddenly feel so cold?” Sophie teased, glancing at Marcus. “Your fac just dropped. Don’t tell me…you’re jealous?”

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