The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 298

She laughed softly. "Don't worry, I can handle a minor issue like this."

"Didn't you say we're strictly colleagues at work, not friends?"

Quentin fell silent.

Suddenly, Gabriel White's warning made perfect sense.

"Right. I was just worried it might affect your state of mind."

"You have that little faith in me?" Chloe asked.

"I'm hanging up," Quentin muttered.

Chloe chuckled, shaking her head, and returned to her draft.

Using the most direct language possible, she clarified a single point.

She did not have any "students." Anyone parading around claiming to be her protégé was a fraud.

The "Caroline Monet" account had been dead for three full years.

For three years, thousands of messages and well-wishes had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, met with total silence.

Chloe simply couldn't stand the thought of someone using her name to scam their way to the top.

She didn't expect the post to gain much traction in today's rapid-fire social media landscape.

But to her surprise, less than ten minutes after she hit send, Twitter practically exploded.

Underneath Chloe's post, the comment section refreshed frantically every second, with countless retweets and breaking news alerts dominating the feed.

[Caroline Monet??? Is this the real, actual Caroline Monet back online??!]

[Oh my god, when this popped up I thought I was hallucinating!]

[She's posting again! Does this mean she's making a comeback?]

[It has to be! Three years is a long enough break!]

Amid the tidal wave of excitement, one particular comment caught Chloe's eye.

[Is this true? You really don't have any students? There's a girl at our firm who constantly brags about being your protégé. She's milked that connection for so many perks!]

[If this is true, then she's been lying this whole time? That's terrifying!]

"It says it right there, doesn't it? All these verified accounts are sharing it. They're saying Caroline Monet posted for the first time in three years, so she must be planning a comeback..."

Mid-sentence, a realization seemed to hit her, and her expression subtly shifted.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Preston had returned.

Percival was thrilled, rushing over to him with the phone raised high.

"Preston! Come look at this! Have someone track down Caroline Monet immediately..."

Eleonora intercepted him, snatching the phone away.

Percival panicked. "What are you doing!"

Eleonora marched upstairs with the phone, tossing a remark over her shoulder. "Preston is in a bad mood, don't bother him. I'll help you look into it."

Percival hurried after her. "Alright, alright! But Caroline is back, aren't you happy?"

Preston's dark, brooding eyes sparked with a faint glimmer of life the moment he heard that name.

"Grandpa, who did you say is back?"