I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 70

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

Lena’s gaze flickered momentarily, a brief flash of apprehension dancing in her eyes before it was skillfully concealed by a mask of tranquility. She offered a soft smile, one that barely touched her lips. “I’m confident Sophie didn’t intend any malice. She must have felt an overwhelming urge to succeed, leading her down a misguided path.”

“Could you all please consider giving her another chance on my behalf? Let’s not completely shun her from our lives,” she implored, her voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of hope.

“Our Liora is just too compassionate for her own good,” someone chimed in, recalling past events with a hint of sarcasm. “If my memory serves me right, the last time Sophie made a splash—literally—she ended up in the pool and had the audacity to blame Liora for it. In the end, Liora was left with no option but to apologize.”

“Sophie deserves this! Had I known Lena was Liora all along, I would have unleashed a furious keyboard tirade against her!” a voice from the crowd shouted, the anger palpable in the air.

As the collective outrage erupted in defense of Sophie, Lena’s smile deepened, a bittersweet expression forming on her face.

Sophie, so this is your fate!

“Alright, everyone, let’s take a breath,” Liam interjected, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “There’s no point in lingering on past grievances. After all, we’re all family now. Lena holds no grudges.”

Lena nodded in agreement, echoing Liam’s sentiments, “My brother is right. I refuse to engage in a dispute with Sophie.”

“Well, what if I decide to challenge you?”

A clear, vibrant voice rang out across the Grand Theater, drawing the eyes of everyone present.

Sophie stood at the entrance, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the lights, her expression unreadable. Yet, there was an unmistakable aura surrounding her—one of arrogance and ambition, as if she could crush anything in her path beneath her heel.

‘Is that Sophie? Why does she seem so different now? Wasn’t she once the one trailing Liora like a lost puppy?’

Who cares about her newfound aura? No matter how powerful it seems, it doesn’t erase the truth that she manipulated votes!

“Sophie, leave!”

“Sophie, leave!”

I couldn’t tell who initiated the chant, but soon the crowd was a chorus of shouts, unified in their disdain.

The volume escalated, a cacophony of anger, and suddenly, a glass was hurled toward Sophie from the crowd.

Time froze as she stood paralyzed, unable to evade the impending impact. She braced herself for the sting of glass against her skin, but before she could react, a strong force pulled her back, wrapping her in a familiar, chilling scent.

Before her eyes could adjust, her senses instantly recognized it—Marcus.

Crash!

The glass shattered against Marcus’s shoulder, yet he remained eerily silent.

“Are you shocked?” Marcus whispered into her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

Sophie slowly regained her composure. “Are you hurt?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Ha,” Marcus replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I’m not that fragile.”

“Perhaps you should be more worried about them,” he added, his demeanor shifting as he turned sharply, his gaze locking onto the culprit who had thrown the glass.

The male fan trembled, fear evident as he dropped to his knees, his bravado evaporating.

“Mr. Morgan, I—”

“Shh,” Marcus interrupted, raising a finger to his lips. “Explain yourself.”

Two men in black suits emerged, exuding an intimidating presence reminiscent of demons from the depths of hell.

The fan felt a sinking dread; being dragged away by them meant he would not escape unscathed!

He bowed repeatedly, pleading for mercy, but the two men remained unmoved, swiftly pulling him away.

Moments later, his anguished screams echoed from outside, chilling the room and sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

“Who else wants to make a move?”

Marcus’s eyes swept over the crowd, his unspoken threat sending a wave of fear through the audience.

Everyone instinctively stepped back, their heads bowed in silence, too afraid to utter a word, let alone breathe too loudly.

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