Chapter 768

Scandals exposing scumbags online weren't new.

But previous cases usually involved cheating husbands with concrete evidence—bank transfers, photos, chat logs. Netizens would rally behind the wronged wife and tear the man apart.

This one was different.

No proof. No screenshots. Just blurry photos and a woman's wild accusations.

Somehow, it still trended.

Evelyn frowned at the screen. Something felt off. The man's silhouette seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it.

Lucas chuckled, watching her struggle. "Figured it out yet?"

She tossed the tablet aside and reached for her soup. "It's too pixelated."

His smirk deepened.

"Preston Sinclair."

Clang. The spoon hit the floor.

Lucas sighed, bending to retrieve it. "That was my only clean spoon."

Evelyn's breath caught. No wonder he looked familiar.

Her mind rejected the connection at first, but the build matched perfectly. The broad shoulders. The posture.

Impossible.

Her stomach dropped like an anchor.

Lucas returned with a new spoon. "I checked. Normally, platforms verify identities before letting scandals trend. I know the execs—they confirmed it's Preston."

Evelyn's fingers tightened around the tablet. "Why target him?"

"Money or revenge. What else?"

She scrolled through the accusations. The alleged ex-girlfriend kept posting, determined to drag him down.

Evelyn's jaw set.

She didn't know Preston well, but she believed in the man who'd saved her life.

The screen blurred as new updates flooded in.

The woman wasn't stopping.

And neither was the storm.