Chapter 219

The internet exploded with reactions.

Comments were sharply divided.

Half cheered, saying the scumbag and his shameless mistress deserved each other—better they stay locked together than ruin other people's lives.

The other half directed their fury at Amanda Lin, firing off vicious insults like machine-gun rounds.

With the press conference over, the farce finally came to an end.

After all the twists and turns, Amanda and the Lin family emerged as the biggest winners.

Who cared if their reputation was in tatters?

The internet's memory was shorter than a goldfish's. In a few days, new scandals would overshadow this one.

And Amanda Lin? She was about to become the rightful young madam of the Johnson family.

The entire Lin household must be laughing in their dreams. Who would've thought the worst scandal would fulfill their greatest ambition?

But greed knows no bounds. There would come a day when even tears wouldn't save her.

For Emily Smith, time passed both slowly and quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was her last day at BestTech.

A full month had passed since Vice President Johnson approved her resignation. They hadn't seen each other since.

Apart from that mistaken text apology and his request to notify Director Lee, there had been no contact between them.

This was good.

She could leave quietly at last.

Perhaps William Johnson would never bother her again.

That was exactly what she wanted.

Since it was her final day, Emily didn't have to wait until the end of her shift. After packing her things, she could leave early.

At noon, she treated her entire team to lunch.

Before heading out, she specifically told Michael Thompson, "Boss, if you try to pay this time, I'll pretend I don't know you the next time we meet."

Michael laughed and raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I won't fight you for the bill. It'd be embarrassing if you ignored me later."

They went to One Taste Restaurant and reserved a private room.

Everyone was reluctant to see Emily go, but they were happy for her new opportunities.

Just as they raised their tea cups in a toast to her bright future, the door suddenly swung open.

Seven or eight waiters filed in, carrying the restaurant's most expensive signature dishes and two bottles of premium red wine worth six figures each.

The entire table froze.

"Did you get the wrong room? We didn't order these," Lily White said, bewildered.

The manager smiled warmly. "This is a special gift from Mr. Johnson to Miss Emily Smith."

Mr. Johnson? Miss Smith?

Everyone exchanged glances before turning to Emily in unison.

Emily's heartbeat spiked. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her clothes.

Only she and Michael knew who this "Mr. Johnson" was.

"Could it be Vice President Johnson?" a colleague suddenly realized.

Michael glanced at Emily and smoothly defused the tension. "Possibly. After all, Vice President Johnson and Emily's cousin were classmates. It's natural for him to show some consideration."

He eyed the wine the waiters were about to open. "But let's not uncork that. We still have work this afternoon."

"Mr. Johnson said everyone gets the afternoon off. Please enjoy," the manager added.

"Where is he?" Emily abruptly stood up.

"He just left, I believe."

Before the manager finished speaking, Emily was already rushing out of the room.