My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 110
As expected, Alexander and I were quickly surrounded by reporters, and footage of us avoiding them was soon uploaded online.
To netizens, silence was a sign of guilt, and avoiding the situation was seen as weakness.
Public opinion only grew more intense.
Sophie couldn’t resist sharing the video, writing: "With a clear conscience, stay away, demon."
Since the makeup incident, Sophie had been publicly supporting Vivienne. Netizens quickly pieced things together and realized she was Vivienne’s friend. They followed the trail on Twitter, and soon, they started attacking Sophie as well.
Sophie wasn’t scared. She dove straight into the comments section on her Twitter feed, firing back at the trolls.
...
In the afternoon, I was called into a meeting. Afterward, I came out of the conference room, files in hand, heading toward the CEO’s office.
"Director Vivienne," Jane from the office area called out. "Are you looking for CEO Hawthorne?"
"I have a document that needs his signature." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"CEO Hawthorne isn’t in the office right now. If it’s not urgent, I can take the document for you and make sure he gets it when he returns."
I glanced at my watch—it was already 4 p.m.
"Alright," I handed Jane the folder. "The client’s pushing for this, so it’d be best if it’s handed back to me before the end of the day."
"Of course."
I went back to my office to work.
Before I knew it, the workday had come to an end.
I checked WhatsApp—no messages. So, I opened Jane’s chat and sent a quick message: "Has CEO Hawthorne returned?"
Through the screen, Jane could almost feel the coldness in my tone. She responded cautiously, "No... he must be tied up with something important..."
Important, huh?
Probably spending time with Isabella. Definitely important.
"Why don’t you try calling him?" Jane suggested gently.
I picked up my phone and walked over to the window, dialing his number. I listened as the ringtone echoed, again and again, until the line beeped, and the call automatically ended after no one picked up.
I sneered, deciding to call it a day and head home.
Not long after I laid down in bed, my phone rang beside me.
I opened my eyes and glanced at it. In the dark, the light from the screen was almost blinding, and Alexander’s name was clearly visible.
Without hesitation, I hung up, powered the phone off, and did it all in one smooth motion.
Other’s POV
At 10:40 PM, the lights were still on in a two-story house in a villa district.
In the small yard of the villa, several bicycles were parked, and two cars were stopped in front of the gate.
The nearby residents knew something about the place—they knew the people living in the villa didn’t actually stay there. Instead, they rented it out to turn it into a studio.
The bicycles and cars belonged to the employees.
Their working hours were unpredictable, sometimes starting early and sometimes finishing late.
A neighbor had once asked the villa’s landlord about it, but the landlord didn’t know much. The renters had only mentioned that their studio worked in media, but didn’t specify in which field.
The neighbors could tell that the studio had been especially busy these past few days.
The cars had been parked in the yard yesterday, and they hadn’t moved all day today. The trash bags tossed out front were filled with take-out food.
Inside the villa, the employees were working hard, with no time for dinner, only able to grab a snack by 10 PM.
It looked like a tough life, but they all wore smiles on their faces.
One tall young man laughed. “Just hold on a bit longer. This time, we’re definitely going to make a lot of money!”
“I was worried we wouldn’t find any trending topics, but now someone’s practically delivered it to our doorstep!” another person chimed in.
“Reed, why the long face?” the tall man asked.
The person called Reed answered, “I’m just worried Alexander might show up.”
“No way! Didn’t everything turn out fine last time? Besides, we’re living in a law-abiding society. What could he do to us?”
Reed sighed and shook his head. “A few days ago, when the Vanguard Global Enterprises leak happened, Alexander wasn’t at the company. The executives had the police take Vivienne in, and she was there for less than a day. Alexander came back overnight and bailed her out...”
Sometimes, in the world of the rich, the law doesn’t hold as much power.
The other employees exchanged glances.
The tall man smiled and changed the subject. “Reed, don’t overthink it. What does it have to do with us? We just need to make money!”
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.”
Reed put down his chopsticks and stood up. The moment he opened the door, before he could even see who it was, he was kicked hard in the stomach.
He wasn’t prepared for the blow and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping for air.
A young man with a buzz cut stepped into the doorway, looking like a tough character.
He took a few quick steps forward, grabbed Reed by the collar, and yanked him up. "Get up!"
Startled and in pain, Reed gasped, "What are you doing... this is illegal!"
The young man seemed to ignore him, holding Reed’s collar as he slammed his head against the wall.
"Bang!" The sound echoed, and Reed’s forehead immediately swelled. His vision blurred, his teeth gritted in agony as his head spun.
Within two minutes, the four employees eating in the office heard the noise and rushed out. Their faces went pale with shock when they saw what was happening.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you hitting him?"
The four of them tried to step forward to help, but just then, a few large, muscular men stormed in from outside.
It was October, and the weather was gradually cooling, especially at night, so everyone was wearing jackets.
But these men were in short sleeves, their muscular arms exposed, looking like they belonged to a gang—definitely not the kind of people you’d want to mess with.
The four employees had never encountered such a situation before and exchanged worried glances, not daring to approach any further.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The tall young man was nervous, but he tried to put on a brave face, shouting angrily.
He pulled out his phone and dialed 911, threatening, "Let him go now! I’m calling the police! You’ve broken into a private residence and assaulted our employee—you’re going to prison for this!"
Before the call could even go through, one of the tattooed men stepped forward and kicked the phone out of his hand.
The phone flew across the room, crashing into the opposite wall before smashing onto the floor in pieces, the battery flying out.
The tall young man’s face drained of color.
One employee tried to escape through the window, but the young man spotted him immediately. He snatched an iron rod from one of the tattooed men and swung it violently at the employee’s leg.
The employee collapsed to the ground, letting out a painful scream as his face drained of color. His forehead veins bulged from the intense pain.
The young man dragged him out, kicked him to the floor, and stomped heavily on his back.
Seeing this, the remaining two employees froze in fear, not daring to move a muscle.
"What do you want from us? We can talk! If we’ve offended you in any way, we’ll make it right!" The tall young man asked again, his voice losing its earlier bravado as he desperately tried to negotiate.
The employees, filled with anxiety, were relieved when a man in a black shirt and suit pants walked in confidently from outside.
The faces of the tall young man and the others changed instantly.
How could they not recognize him?
The man who entered was none other than one of the people making headlines recently—Alexander Hawthorne.
He glanced at Reed and the employees on the floor, then raised his eyes, his expression cold as he looked at the tall young man and said in a chilling tone, "Do you know who I am?"
