I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 60

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind**
**Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint**
**Chapter 60**

Celine, along with a cluster of her fellow heiresses, emerged from the restroom like a group of startled deer, their once pristine outfits now marred by a thick layer of yellow-brown muck. The sight was both shocking and surreal, transforming their elegant appearances into something grotesque and unrecognizable.

As they stepped into the light, their horrified parents and friends recoiled instinctively, hands flying to their noses in a futile attempt to shield themselves from the overwhelming stench that clung to the air like a bad memory. Disgust painted their faces, and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd, each person grappling with the reality of the situation.

Sophie, observing the chaos unfold through the screen of her phone, felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The foul odor seemed to seep through the digital barrier, infiltrating her senses and making her stomach churn. She couldn’t help but grimace as a user had posted a shocking account: “After getting drenched in sewage, they were locked in a bathroom stall overnight. By morning, it had soaked into their skin.”

The comments section exploded with reactions, a cacophony of voices expressing shock and outrage:
“Holy hell! Who did they mess with? That’s worse than death!”
“Heard they bullied Marcus’ girlfriend. This was payback.”
“Wait, Marcus has a girlfriend?! Isn’t he famously cold?”
“No joke—I was there. I saw it happen!”

At the mention of “girlfriend,” Sophie felt a sudden, intense tightening in her grip around her phone. Did Marcus even know about this swirling rumor? Her heart raced as she contemplated sending him a screenshot, a lifeline of sorts amidst the chaos, when suddenly the page refreshed before her eyes.

Every comment that referenced “girlfriend” had vanished into thin air. Sophie’s heart sank. This was no accident; it was a calculated move. Comment control. Marcus’ team was clearly hard at work managing the narrative, ensuring that the story would not spiral out of their control.

Determined, she continued to scroll, her heart pounding as she stumbled upon a wave of backlash directed at Marcus:
“Marcus went too far. Those are elite heiresses!”
“What kind of man goes that hard on women?”
“No wonder he runs Morgan Group. The guy’s ruthless!”

With every comment she read, her anger simmered just beneath the surface, bubbling up like a volcano ready to erupt. Who were these people to pass judgment on Marcus? They had no idea what had really happened. In a moment of defiance, she quickly created a burner account, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she fired back:
“Big talk. Say that to the Morgan Group’s official site, cowards.”
“You don’t even know what happened. Why are you talking trash?”

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