Chapter 183
Outside the gala tonight, the entrance had been packed with media as business moguls and socialites arrived.
An hour earlier, when Lucy walked through the doors holding Jules’s arm, the magnesium flashes lit up like a meteor shower. She wore a black evening gown that rippled with a soft luster as it swept the floor, while he was dressed in a tailored black suit, his shoulders straight and broad.
The image of the two standing side by side caused the media present to instinctively hold their breath before frantically raising their cameras, desperate to capture every moment of this stunning scene.
To grab timely headlines and eyeballs, the media immediately posted bulletins using phrases like “Ethereal Pairing” and “The Ceiling of Elegance.” Within half an hour, the hashtag #LucyJulesGalaStunner had surged to the top of the entertainment trending list with over a hundred million interactions.
At this moment, a black sedan was moving smoothly through the city night.
In the back seat, Kingsley’s fingers hovered over a tablet as he checked work emails word by word. Suddenly, a bright red trending notification popped up.
He intended to swipe it away, but when he glimpsed Lucy’s profile in the thumbnail, his fingers froze, and he clicked on it like a man possessed.
On the screen, the article lavished praise on their outfits and demeanor. Every detail was exalted, down to the stray hairs behind Lucy’s ears, which were poetically deemed “atmospheric perfection p>
He suppressed his temper and scrolled down to the comments section. The screen full of praise pricked his eyes like needles—
“Just standing together, these two make the air turn sweet p>
“Their eyes are so intense. Is this a sign they’re going public p>
“Help! Is this the legendary match made in heaven? Looks, aura, everything fits. I’m speechless. Just one word: Perfect p>
“I want them to get married right now p>
With every comment he read, the light in Kingsley’s eyes dimmed a little more. His fingers, which had been scrolling smoothly, began to tighten until his knuckles turned white.
In the end, he slammed the screen off before even finishing the article. The irritability churning in his chest threatened to shatter his reason.
Kingsley took a deep breath, forcing down the agitation surging in his heart. He looked up at Xavier in the front row, his voice so cold it held no warmth at all.
“Remove that entertainment headline. Serious news is nowhere to be found, yet these baseless rumors spread faster than anything p>
Xavier’s heart tightened. He quickly pulled out his phone. After seeing the content of the trending search, he immediately nodded. “Yes, Mr. Sherwood. I’ll handle it right away p>
As soon as he spoke, Kingsley leaned back against the seat, his eyes half-closed. He massaged the space between his brows, his tone leaking a jealousy he could hardly conceal.
“Are they… a good match p>
Xavier’s hand paused. Remembering his year-end bonus was still pending, he quickly chimed in, “Not a match at all! It’s all just media fabrication for traffic p>
While speaking, he quickly dialed his contact. However, the data on the screen was still skyrocketing-the topic heat had already broken three hundred million, and people comments were even digging up their identities: Jules, President of The Holt Group, and Lucy, the designer who had risen to fame in recent years.
“Mr. Sherwood,” Xavier reported in a low voice after hanging up. “Looking at this momentum, it’s highly likely The Holt Group is using the heat around the two of them to promote the company p>
“Using a woman for promotion?” Kingsley opened his eyes abruptly, his brow furrowed into a deep frown, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Jules teally has some nerve, don’t
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trending topic down immediately p>
“Understood!” Xavier dared not delay and picked up his phone again to contact the platform.