I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

“Whose comment section is this? The fans are brutal!”

Sherry leaned closer, eyes flashing. “It’s Lena’s. She’s finished. Totally finished!”

She shoved another post in Sophie’s direction.

“An hour ago, Riverland University’s official account confirmed it. Lena plagiarized other students‘ work during her time at school–and bullied the ones she stole from. Some dropped out, some had breakdowns. She drove people to ruin, then threw money around to buy their ideas. It’s

sick.”

“They’ve expelled her, revoked every award she ever got. Her reputation is in shreds, and prison time isn’t off the table.”

Sophie’s lips curved into a cool, satisfied smile. She raised her juice and clinked it against Sherry’s beer.

“Poetic justice. She tried to steal Liora’s name over and over–this is exactly what she deserves.”

“You said it. Hey–why’d the lights just go out?”

Before Sherry could react, pale smoke seeped through the window.

“Shit! Sophie, cover your-”

The words died on her tongue. A heavy fog smothered her mind, and everything went black.

“Sherry. Sherry, wake up!”

A sharp male voice pierced her fog. She jolted awake to find Eric inches from her.

“What…what are you doing here? Where am I?”

Her head throbbed as she struggled to piece things together.

Then Marcus stormed forward, his amber eyes darker than midnight.

“Where’s Sophie?”

“Sophie…?” Sherry blinked, still reeling.

“Where is she?” His voice was a blade, demanding blood.

Eric stepped between them. “Ease up. The doctor said that gas could damage her nerves. She just woke up–she’s not going to remember instantly.”

Marcus’s jaw locked, rage radiating off him, but after a beat, he forced himself back. Sherry was their only lead. He couldn’t shatter her yet.

Ten agonizing minutes later, fragments returned.

“I…I went to Sophie’s room with food. We were eating, then the lights cut out. White smoke poured in. I tried to warn her, but I blacked out.

That’s all I know.”

Her voice cracked. “How long was I out? Where is she now?”

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Chapter 191

Eric’s tone was grim. “Two days. That night I tried calling Sophie. No answer. I called Marcus. By the time we got there, only you were left. We’ve been searching nonstop since. Nothing.”

He leaned closer, desperation raw. “You’re the only one who saw anything. Please–think harder. Did you see anyone? Anything unusual?”

Tears burned Sherry’s eyes. “I swear I didn’t. Just the smoke. Then nothing.”

The room fell into tense silence until Chris entered, face pale.

“Sir, no sign of Miss Sophie.”

The faint light in Marcus’s eyes died. Darkness cloaked him like a second skin.

“Speak.”

“Our lockdown and sweep have drawn attention. Locals and even the government are pressing back. Mr. Blake has been mediating, but we’ve got until noon. They want us to pull out.”

Marcus’s voice was ice. “Tell them no one leaves until she’s found.”

“Sir-”

“I don’t repeat myself.”

Chris swallowed hard and left without another word.

Sherry whispered, “Her circle’s tiny. Abroad, she barely knows anyone. If we track down every connection-”

Eric cut her off. “Pointless. Marcus has enemies everywhere. Everyone knows Sophie’s carrying his child. Any one of them could’ve taken her.

The list is endless.”

Sherry’s shoulders slumped. The weight of it crushed her hope.

Marcus turned away, his voice low and deadly.

“I’ll find her. No matter what it costs.”

By the third day, his restraint was unraveling.

One by one, he hunted down his enemies. Threats, leverage, corporate destruction–nothing was off–limits. He demanded answers, dragged confessions from trembling lips. But every man swore ignorance.

With each denial, the string of Marcus’s sanity frayed thinner.

Riverland, and even beyond its borders, quaked under his fury. Whispers spread–Sophie wasn’t just his weakness, she was the chain that kept the devil contained. If she never returned, that chain would snap, and the world would drown in blood.

Midnight. The Morgan Group’s overseas headquarters.

Marcus stood before the window, eyes bloodshot, the city’s lights a blur. Chris entered cautiously.

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