After a few hours, the internet was already in an uproar.
The trending topics about Victor Morgan's lover, Victor Morgan's illegitimate daughter, Victor Morgan's wife, basically took over the entire hot search list.
Speculation was flying everywhere, and it actually triggered fluctuations in Morgan Group's stock price!
"Release a statement. That woman and child have nothing to do with me."
Victor Morgan tossed the tablet to the PR manager, issuing the order coldly.
The PR manager was stunned for a moment, blurting out in shock, "President, you're not admitting it?"
Victor Morgan's icy gaze sliced at the manager like a knife. "What exactly do you want me to admit?"
"No…nothing…" The manager was drenched in cold sweat, so worried he just bit the bullet: "But President Morgan, if people dig things up and it turns out to be true, it might affect your reputation. So…so…"
So you'd be better off just admitting it, honestly!
Victor Morgan narrowed his eyes, an aura of freezing cold emanating from him. He asked with a sneer, "You're convinced there's something between that woman and me?"
"Not exactly… but that little girl, she really does look a bit like you."
Victor Morgan paused, his gaze landing on the screen.
The little girl in the photo laughed like a blooming flower. Her sparkling almond eyes were just like her mom's, but standing next to Zola Morgan, the two children's features were strikingly similar.
No wonder the public was losing its collective mind this time.
Victor Morgan actually did like Chloe Warner a bit, but he was absolutely sure she wasn't his daughter.
He'd never been interested in women; over the years, the only one he'd ever slept with was Luna Warner, and that was only because he'd been tricked while out of it.
And Luna had only had one child—Zola.
If there were any resemblance, it was probably because Vera Warner and Luna Warner were half-sisters with the same father.
Victor Morgan's brows knitted slightly as he commanded coldly, "Do as I said."
"Yes, sir!"
Half an hour later, the Morgan Group's official Weibo released a statement.
It clarified that the photo was just a matter of camera angle, and the woman and child had nothing to do with Victor Morgan—there was no lover or illegitimate daughter.
"Master Morgan is mighty! Rumor-busting at supersonic speed!"
"I said it, Zola the Crown Prince's mom couldn't make it to the top after so many years, let alone some random cats and dogs."
"Camera angle, huh? Looked pretty cozy to me!"
...
In the apartment.
Chloe Warner hugged her laptop, turning to the Crown Prince Zola Morgan, who was munching on watermelon. "Hey, Crown Prince, your dad just cleared up those rumors about my mom!"
Zola Morgan tilted her head, thought for a second, then jumped up and threw her arms around Chloe's neck, grabbing her phone and holding it up in front of both of them. "Come on, give me a big smile for the camera."
"Click—"
Chloe's eyes lit up. "What are you doing?"
Zola Morgan buried her head in her phone, swiping and tapping proudly. "Clear things up? Impossible!"
Chloe squeezed closer to take a look, completely floored.
This kid just posted a photo of the two of them together, personally confirming they were real siblings.
Wasn't this smacking Victor Morgan right in the face?!
Sure enough—in just a few seconds, the Crown Prince's post was racking up comments at lightning speed.
The Morgan Group's stock price started to bounce around all over again.
This dad-wrecking brat!
"Aren't you afraid of a beating?"
Zola Morgan snorted. "I'm with mom, he can't touch me."
Chloe curled her lips and rolled her eyes beautifully. "Let me remind you, that's my mom! The internet says your mom is Luna Warner; she's my mom's stepsister and used to bully my mom all the time!"
Big dislike flashed in Zola's huge eyes. She scowled and retorted, "She's not my mom!"
"Why don't you acknowledge her?"
Zola Morgan pressed her lips tightly, fists clenched and eyes furious, but didn't know how to explain.
He knew it—nobody would believe him. Everyone thought he just refused to admit Luna Warner!
"Beep beep beep—"
A message came in.
It was from Luna Warner.
Zola glanced at it, his eyes suddenly chilling. He crooked his finger at Chloe: "Didn't you say Luna always bullied your mom? Want some revenge?"
...
"Vera! You're finally back! I missed you so much!"
At Aethelgard's most luxurious bar, The Blue Note Bar, a stylish and sexy girl ran up to Vera Warner, throwing her arms around her tightly.
Vera hugged her back, a faint smile in her eyes.
This was her best friend, Faye Lockwood, second daughter of Aethelgard's famous scholarly Lockwood family.
The Lockwoods were scholars—elegant, dignified, cool and composed. Except for Faye Lockwood, the outlier: bold and dazzling.
Red fitted crop top, black tassel shorts—she was the perfect hot girl.
Vera tugged on her crop top that showed her waistline, leaned in close and shouted over the thunderous music, "Why are we meeting here?"
Faye's face was full of mystery as she dragged Vera quickly toward a private room. "I've got a big surprise for you tonight!"
When she opened the door, Vera was dumbstruck.
Six or seven guys of different types stood in a row, hands clasped behind their backs!
"Hello, Miss!"
No, this was not OK.
Vera turned on her heel, ready to leave.
"Don't go!" Faye grabbed her tightly, her delicate face brimming with excitement. "Come on, pick one!"
Her eyes swept across the men and she pointed to one, "Look at this guy—tall posture, clear vibe, super youthful. Definitely your type!"
Vera glanced over, wishing she could throttle Faye. "Faye Lockwood! Don't forget, I have a kid!"
"No biggie, Luke gets it all!" Faye waved her hand at the guys: "Come here, all of you, let my friend check you out!"
The men swarmed over, all kinds of cologne mixing in a rush that made Vera's head spin.
"Faye Lockwood!" Vera gripped Faye's neck tightly and hissed in her ear, threatening, "If you don't send them away right now, I'll tell your brother!"
The room finally quieted down.
Vera clutched her chest, still spooked.
Faye scrolled her phone, shooting a sideways glance: "Look at you. You had the nerve to turn down my brother's confession but can't handle a few male escorts?"
"That's not the same!" Vera rolled her eyes. "If your brother finds out you compared him with male escorts, he'll never forgive you!"
"He's locked in his study lately, doesn't have time for me."
Suddenly Faye's eyes widened. "Holy shit, Vera! Since when did you hook up with Victor Morgan?!"
Vera instinctively looked at the phone, her face darkening instantly.
"The Morgan Crown Prince personally posted that you're his mom, Chloe Warner is his sister? This background's your place, Zola and Chloe are at your house? Vera, you're killing it!"
Vera stared heavenward in despair, her tone hopeless: "Don't even mention it. The father and son act like they're out for vengeance against me! The kid won't leave me alone, the old man insists I'm trying to get close to him on purpose!"
Faye tsk-tsked and shook her head. "Isn't that ideal? This is Victor Morgan! The dream single billionaire every woman wants—you just need to lock him down and you'll be crazy rich overnight!"
"Give me a break."
Vera shot her a glare. "You know who Zola's mother is? Luna Warner! Should I go after Luna's man? Gross."
"Pfft! Fair point."
Faye chuckled softly, then suddenly got serious. "Luna Warner almost killed you and Luke before—she's your mortal enemy. Have you thought about how to deal with her?"