Shirley Thorne sprawled on her bed, kicking her feet playfully. She held her phone, a wicked grin on her face as she scrolled through the netizens' fiery comments.
But in the middle of her laughter, her smile suddenly fell.
The netizens only thought their actions were romantic because they didn't know what the richest man was really like. If they did, they probably wouldn't think he liked her at all.
So why did she have to tempt fate and make this post!
Shirley Thorne wanted to travel back in time, pry open her own skull, and see what kind of trash was rattling around in there.
[No way, my boss just wants me to keep up the act.]
[OP, you're so stubborn.]
[I agree with the post above. OP, we need a nutcracker at my house. Can we borrow your mouth?]
'Damn it,' Shirley Thorne fumed. 'These netizens are savages!'
She shot up in bed, her delicate brows furrowed. Typing furiously with both hands, she started a flame war with the netizens.
