Ready to Rule: The Real Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 307

Did he really think he could just walk away after messing with her? People who messed with her never got off easy.

The internet holds onto everything. Those so-called critics were nothing more than trolls, spouting nonsense and twisting the truth, hiding behind their screens as if that made them untouchable. How many innocent people had already been hurt by their baseless attacks? Did they honestly believe no one could touch them just because they were online?

Too bad for them, they picked the wrong person to mess with.

She opened the black L app and found her chat with Blade. She sent him the messages she'd exchanged with Exclair, along with a simple instruction: Investigate this company thoroughly and send any evidence of their crimes to the police.

Blade replied right away, clearly thrilled. Got it, Lydia. This little company? I’ll have them finished in no time.

Howard and Alfredo never saw it coming. All because they messed with someone they shouldn’t have, they’d end up losing everything, maybe even their freedom.

Connor noticed something strange—the trolls had gone completely silent. It was like they’d all vanished overnight. You could trash-talk them all you wanted, and not one would fire back.

The news about Chief Lydia getting trolled and Connor’s fierce response took off online. They both gained tens of thousands of new followers almost overnight.

Connor pulled out his phone and called Lydia on the spot.

She answered with a teasing tone. “Aren’t you busy?”

The fact that he seemed to have so much spare time made her wonder if the Jefferson Group was about to go out of business.

“I’m not too busy. I have Aiden.”

Aiden, who was so swamped that he barely had time for bathroom breaks, could only cry inside. Ever since his boss started dating, it felt like he was always working overtime and then some.

“If you’re busy, get back to work. Don’t worry about the trolls. I’ve got my own way of handling them.”

“I know you do. But when I see them spreading lies about you, I just can’t stand it. I won’t let anyone drag your name through the mud.”

His Lydia was so kind and amazing. Those disgusting trolls deserved nothing less than jail time.

Lydia felt a warm wave of comfort. It was actually nice, having someone look out for her.

Lydia thought for a moment. “The troll farm said the IP address is in the Capital.”

If she could get into Exclair’s system, she’d be able to pull up all the chat logs. But she’d forgotten to charge her phone last night, and now it was down to just two percent. She’d have to wait until she got to a charger before doing anything else—no point in risking the phone dying in the middle of it.

“The Capital?” Connor’s voice turned icy.

“Professor.”

A familiar voice came from behind Lydia. She turned and saw Dr. Hady, who gave her a small smile. “Are you done with your rounds?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Lydia… are you free today?”

“Not too busy.”

“Then… would you have lunch with me?” Dr. Hady had clearly been working up the courage to ask.