Chapter 557
Chapter 557:
The post sent shockwaves online. Netizens scrambled to figure out who this heir was until someone spilled the tea.
“It is none other than the Moss family heir and the same man who founded Apex Group p>
Disbelief flooded the threads.
Even if his fiancée had visited such a place, why hadn’t she done so discreetly? And how had Wesley found out that very night?
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Some netizens even combed through financial news sites, digging up photos of Wesley. They returned to Twitter swooning over his sharp looks, calling him “a man descended from the heavens p>
One incredulous commenter posted, “The top escort at Blue Star pales in comparison to him. Why would his fiancée even think of hiring a male escort p>
Sensing the frenzy, the self-proclaimed insider jumped back into the fray, spinning the story further.
“This situation,” he wrote, “is more complicated than you think. Ms. Dewitt, who’s been feuding with his fiancée, spotted her at Blue Star and decided to follow. She”
booked a private room, ordered the top escort in the establishment, and threw in two bottles of ridiculously expensive wine. But when it came time to pay, Ms. Dewitt realized she didn’t have her purse with her, so she called the heir’s cousin to cover the bill p>
The twists and turns only deepened the chaos.
Netizens, now completely hooked, grew restless with the slow drip of information.
“Hate it when people leave stories half-told p>
“Spit it out already. Don’t play with our hearts like that p>
“We need the whole story p>
And with that, the internet erupted.
When Gabriela finally stirred around noon, the chaos raging online still hadn’t reached her.
Her head throbbed as she tried to piece together the hazy fragments of the previous night. She remembered seeing Wesley before everything went black. And then, hugging him, kissing him, and even trying to undress him.
The memory made her stomach twist in shame. What the hell was wrong with her?
And yet, more importantly: how did she get home?
Gabriela, notorious for her blackout spells after heavy drinking, couldn’t recall a single detail beyond those fleeting flashes.
Dragging herself downstairs, she froze mid-step. Farley was on the sofa, chatting with a guest. It was none other than Brenden.
For a brief moment, Gabriela stood there, stunned.
Brenden, equally flustered, shifted in his seat the moment his eyes met hers.
The humiliation from the night before still clung to him. Being paraded around by wealthy women, only to have the girl he liked witness it, was beyond mortifying.
But then he remembered his cousin’s words, and with a subtle inhale, Brenden straightened his spine, forcing calm into his posture.
“Gabriela, you’re finally awake!” Brenden’s voice carried a hint of excitement. “You don’t know how wild things got last night. Thank God you found me in The Okay Room later p>