The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 166

"Exactly! If Joyride Games doesn't publicly distance itself from Bianca, we should boycott them entirely."

"It's not just Milo, either. Even Stellaride's boss, Cillian Calder, constantly calls her his sweet little junior. How do we report Stellaride?"

"Go straight to the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology's website and file complaints!"

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The screens were flooded with venomous abuse directed at Bianca. Some even stormed Kingsbridge University's official channels to hurl insults.

Kingsbridge University rarely responded quickly to internet drama. Cynthia and her camp had counted on this sluggishness, which was why they felt so emboldened to fabricate lies about Bianca committing academic fraud.

Maxine, who disliked Cynthia just as much as Ingrid did, had been keeping a close watch. The moment the cyberbullying erupted, she alerted Walter Adler.

"Walter, someone is setting Bianca up."

Seeing the vicious comments online, Professor Adler felt a sharp pain in his chest from sheer fury.

He marched straight to the university's academic affairs office. "Issue a statement tonight. My student will not be bullied like this.

So what if they have money and power? They aren't arrogant enough to block out the sun."

That very night, the academic affairs office released an official statement: *Ms. Bianca Baldwin's admission to the early admission program was entirely lawful and compliant with our standards. Any claims of back-channel connections are baseless absurdities.*

*We issue a formal warning to those maliciously slandering this institution and reserve the right to pursue legal action.*

To back it up, Kingsbridge University attached scans of Bianca's entrance exam papers from years ago, choosing to face the trolls head-on.

However, Neville Quinn had burned a massive amount of cash bribing platform moderators to suppress the university's post.

Only a handful of people ever saw it.

What started as paid trolls hired by Neville quickly snowballed into a mob of brainwashed netizens, all screaming in self-righteous outrage.

The sheer terror of the cyberbullying far exceeded Bianca's imagination.

Tears streamed down Bianca's face. "Milo, you're so good to me. I don't even know how I can ever repay you."

Milo replied casually, "I'm not being good to you to get anything in return. I like you. That's my business."

"Milo, if you ever need anything from me in the future, just say the word," she promised with deep gratitude.

Milo, not one to take advantage of someone in distress, simply said, "Stop overthinking. Get some rest and save your energy."

But sleep was impossible.

Afraid of worrying Mabel, Bianca lay in bed with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

Her mind was flooded with memories of when she and her mother were kicked out of the Quinn family, and her mother had to run around fighting endless lawsuits.

She dug her nails hard into her palms, hating her own powerlessness.

Mabel's voice drifted softly through the dark. "Bunny, if you can't sleep, don't force it. Get up and do something you enjoy. You'll fall asleep when you're tired."