My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Whatever. He would never find out who Lonely Shadow was for the rest of his life.

Lucille turned off her computer. She grabbed a pillow by the bed and laid down comfortably.

While she was enjoying her afternoon nap, two storms ripped through Shein City.

One of the storms was related to the appearance of Lone Shadow. Many different factions wanted to

find out their whereabouts, but after getting a glimpse of hope, they still returned empty-handed.

The other was the negative news about Lucille.

Because of the fact that she had refused to forgive the students or compromise, she was seen in a bad

light.

The incident continued to brew. Although the people who slandered her were all bots, many of those

who didn’t know the true story jumped on the bandwagon as well. They simply sided against Lucille just

because they saw other people doing it.

They would comment things like: “How can there be such a horrible woman? Apparently, she stole

something before, and her reputation was already ruined. No wonder even her own father wanted to

cut her off. She deserves it!”

Someone said: “Get this b*tch out of Shein City!”

Another added: “Forgiveness is a virtue. Being vengeful is what you should be ashamed of. Miss Jules,

please step up and apologize publicly for your inappropriate behavior!”

Looking at the overwhelming comments about Lucille on the Internet, Zoey was full of satisfaction.

This was exactly what she wanted.

It seemed that the money she had spent on the reporters was not in vain, and the 200,000 bots that

Samuel had hired for her were all worth it as well.

I was all Lucille’s own fault.

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She was the one who refused to change her mind in the face of reporters. It was amazing. Because of

that one sentence, she had become the public’s punching bag, and everyone was after her.

Tsk, tsk. What a poor girl!

The public opinion continued to brew throughout the evening.

Surprisingly, Lucille herself was the least affected.

After taking a nap, she began to exercise. It was not until dinnertime that she took a shower and

changed her clothes before going to the dining room.

Madam Dahlia kept looking down at her mobile phone absent-mindedly because of the hate being

directed toward Lucille.

Lucille sat down and took a bite of food before quietly putting down her cutlery.

It was way too salty….

She poured herself a glass of water and almost choked on it.

Hearing her cough, Madam Dahlia looked up from the phone screen and asked, “What’s wrong, Miss

Jules?” “I’m fine. What are you doing, Madam Dahlia?” Lucille asked.

She leaned over to take a look and saw that Madam Dahlia was fighting back against the bots.

However, since she was too old to use the keyboard to type, she had to use the handwriting feature to

write out her replies. The speed was very slow, and as soon as the response was sent out, it was

drowned again by more

curses.

Even so, Madam Dahlia never gave up and continued to keep a serious attitude as she explained

Lucille’s circumstances,

Lucille was slightly taken aback. A warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Even when there were people slandering her, there were others protecting her in their own way.

The more Madam Dahlia thought about it, the more depressed she felt..

“Miss Jules, why are some people so willfully ignorant? It was those eight students who tried to drown

you and sent you to the emergency room in the first place. However, even though these people

happened and are aware that those students almost killed you, they still keep trying to see things from

the students’ perspective and speak up for them!” she ranted.

She added, “Why are they like this? They’re lucky that you ended up fine. If something actually

happened, then their apology would be useless.”

As Madam Dahlia spoke, the more excited she became. Obviously, she was furious.

Lucille comforted her. “Not everyone is born equal in this world. Just wait and see, Madam Dahlia.

Someone will definitely stand up and speak up for me.”

She still held the same opinion. What comes around goes around. When things hit a tipping point, the This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

tables would turn.

Not to mention, when she found out who was behind it earlier that day, she had seen people speaking

up for her.

However, those voices were all suppressed by the overwhelming number of bots and soon drowned

out.

By then… it was almost time.