I Forgot I Ever Loved You (Zoe and Hayden) novel Chapter 459

Every ounce of leverage was now sitting squarely in Zoe's hands, while Sienna remained blissfully ignorant.

The media was currently locked in a frenzy, plastering front pages with the monumental achievements of Easton's current CEO, Sienna Winters.

Official statistics revealed that Easton's AI emotional companion robots were generating an explosive sixty billion dollars a day in revenue.

On the second day after Sienna's grand product launch, Easton's stock skyrocketed, hitting the maximum daily surge limit for fifteen consecutive days.

Anyone who had bought into Easton practically became a millionaire overnight.

Sienna was being hailed as the absolute goddess of the business world.

Her photos with Hayden were heavily featured on the covers of elite financial magazines.

The hype surrounding her on business networks, public economic forums, and cutting-edge global news platforms was eclipsing the attention usually reserved for royalty.

The most satisfying outcome of this massive success was the public apology issued by the International AI Weekly in their globally distributed magazine.

They formally retracted their aggressive criticisms of Sienna during the previous awards summit and issued a blanket apology on behalf of the academic community.

The only lingering point of contention was that her identity as 'Lily' had yet to be officially verified.

It was a sore spot for Sienna, but the astronomical cash flow pouring into Easton's accounts provided more than enough comfort.

Who cared if those crusty academics had supreme authority in their circles?

None of them were on the billionaire wealth lists. They had all that knowledge, yet they were still just at the bottom of the food chain, serving others.

Before, she might have looked up to those scholars. Now, even the world's most elite scientists weren't fit to carry her designer bags.

Inside the prison visitation room, Sienna sat opposite Terrence Winters, looking impeccably arrogant in her haute couture suit.

"Ms. Winters, Mr. Winters' parole paperwork has been processed. You can take him home now."

Terrence hadn't breathed fresh air in nearly six months.

The moment the heavy prison doors clanged shut behind him, a massive weight lifted off his shoulders.

"You always figure it out, sweetheart. Once I get my bearings, I'm going to kill that bitch."

He gritted his teeth, his hatred for Zoe practically seeping from his pores.

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