I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 30

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

“Mr. Morgan… is there an issue with Liora’s design draft?” Liam inquired, his voice laced with uncertainty as he leaned forward, hoping for clarity.

Marcus shot him a frigid glare, his eyes narrowing as he slid the folder across the desk with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Sort out your personal drama before you come back to work,” he replied, his tone flat, devoid of any warmth.

Liam blinked in confusion, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. “Personal drama?” he echoed, bewildered by the sudden turn in their conversation.

“Out,” Marcus barked, turning his attention back to the mountain of paperwork that seemed to multiply before him, clearly signaling the end of their exchange.

As the minutes ticked by, Liam’s mind raced, and it didn’t take long for him to grasp the true meaning behind Marcus’s words.

After Lena’s incendiary post, the online world had erupted, with netizens flooding Sophie’s profile with a torrent of vitriol, hurling insults and accusations with reckless abandon. Each notification that pinged on Sophie’s phone felt like a stab in the heart.

Rather than engage in the chaos with words, Sophie took a different approach. She uploaded the complete surveillance footage from the previous day, a calculated move that would turn the tide.

The video was high-definition, capturing every angle, every nuance, and most importantly, every expression Lena had made. There were no cuts, no edits; it was raw and unfiltered.

As viewers began to comprehend the manipulation they had fallen victim to, the internet erupted in a frenzy.

“Manipulative little witch. Gross,” one commenter sneered.

“What an actress. Give her an Oscar already,” another chimed in, the sarcasm dripping from their words.

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