Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 231

This online forum was famous in the country. In the decade since its founding, it had produced countless viral threads.

In the comment section below, even the details of her past with Quennel had been exposed for all to see.

“At her eighteenth birthday party, Quennel got down on one knee in front of everyone and confessed, ‘Stephanie, be my girlfriend! I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life!’”

“You love flowers, so I bought the entire thousand-acre sea of flowers in Veridian for you!”

They had even posted… a photo of Stephanie and Quennel from high school.

She didn’t even have that picture!

Stephanie sighed internally. The users on this forum were truly on another level.

The photo leak sparked a new thread: “Wow, she’s gorgeous. She and Quennel look perfect together! Such a shame they broke up. What happened?”

And so, the online detectives started digging for the reason.

Their digging unearthed a video from not long ago, where Quennel made a public appearance for a project between Meridian Consortium and the government.

His remarkable charisma and elegant demeanor had caused quite a stir at the time, earning him a legion of female admirers.

Back then, someone had already uncovered Quennel’s identity—not only was he the heir to Verdant Grove Capital, but he was also the CEO of his girlfriend’s family company.

This led to a new wave of people “shipping” Stephanie and Quennel.

“He’s the heir to Verdant Grove Capital, but he’s not even managing his own family business, running off to help at his girlfriend’s company instead. And they say true love doesn’t exist!”

“If it weren’t for Quennel, Meridian Consortium would have probably collapsed after its chairman passed away unexpectedly all those years ago…”

Then, late last night, Quennel had created a Twitter account and posted: ‘I miss you so much.’

The accompanying picture was of the sea of flowers he had bought for Stephanie years ago.

The flowers were still there, but she was nowhere in sight.

It was from a motorcycle race when Jonathan was a teenager, showing the final sprint where he leaned into a sharp turn, overtaking Quennel to win.

It was clearly filmed on an old phone from a decade ago. The image was grainy, and the compression had caused it to be choppy.

But it was still easy to see the young man on the motorcycle—dashing and handsome, with an air of effortless cool.

Now, word was that both Jonathan and Quennel would be attending a business summit in a few days, and everyone was eager to see them clash.

“The new love versus the old flame. This is going to be epic! Is anyone going to livestream it? I want to see them shake hands through gritted teeth, hehe.”

Stephanie rubbed her forehead, suddenly losing her appetite.

Cecilia tapped her phone, showing Quennel’s Twitter page. “Stephanie, am I crazy, or is Quennel… being a little manipulative?”

“Ten minutes ago, he liked a tweet speculating that your marriage to Jonathan is just one of convenience and not true love!”