Chapter 604
Before the reporter who posted those photos could even say a word, the nosy onlookers had already cooked up a whole drama based on the so-called "eyewitness" accounts.
One person commented: [This was a speech Aubree gave at Rithol University. I was there, and what happened in those photos was real.]
Another wrote: [Remember when Aubree and Bowen were together? That was such a big thing back then, and I totally shipped them. When the guy in the photos showed up with flowers, I thought at first it was something the school arranged. But then a classmate who knew the significance of his outfit clued me in, and I realized he must’ve done it on his own.]
Someone else chimed in: [Maybe Aubree and Bowen have already broken up? Even if this guy likes Aubree and is trying to pursue her, he’s just bringing her some flowers. Is that such a big deal?]
Of course, some more level-headed netizens didn’t think the photos meant much.
Despite that, more gossip started pouring in.
Someone posted: [Let me spill some tea you probably haven’t heard. I work at Turner Group, and I’m pretty high up within the organization, so I get to see a lot. Remember that intern program Turner Group ran a while back? Well, rumor has it that one of the interns is super close with Mr. Turner.]
Another netizen replied: [Hey, wait up! I work at Turner Group too, and I know exactly what you’re talking about. That female intern is just a junior assistant, but she’s always going in and out of Mr. Turner’s office, and every time she comes out, she looks like something juicy just happened.]
Others commented: [So that’s the real story behind all this…]
Someone else added: [“See? Rich people’s love lives are never that simple.]
At this moment, Aubree and Bowen had no idea that everything was about to blow up online. The two of them were out having dinner, enjoying Rithol City’s signature aged beef steak.
Bowen sliced up some of the meat, put it on a plate, and slid it over to Aubree, nodding for her to try it first.
“Bree, didn’t you tell me before that you and Walton Pharmaceuticals are working on an anti-cancer drug?” Bowen asked.
She had mentioned it to him in passing, and she genuinely hoped the drug would get released soon. In her previous life, the successful development of that anti-cancer drug had saved countless lives.
“Yeah, we’re already in the final stage. If all goes well, the drug will be out in the market soon. As long as the clinical trials go smoothly, it can be put into use right away,” she replied.
‘There’s no way the clinical trials will have any issues,’ Aubree thought confidently. ‘They went perfectly in my last life. So, how could a problem just appear out of thin air this time?’
Hearing this, Bowen’s expression relaxed slightly, but it was a bitter kind of relief. “My grandfather has late-stage lung cancer. I’ve brought in the best specialists I could find, but at this point, all they can do is try to ease his symptoms,” he shared.
In other words, Enrique was only holding on because of the Turner family’s wealth. No one could say when the cancer would suddenly spread and take him; it could happen at any moment.
“If things go well, maybe he’ll hang in there a bit longer. But if not… we’re probably talking just a few months,” Bowen said quietly.
All of a sudden, he felt gentle weight on the back of his hand, and warmth spread through his skin. When he looked up, he met Aubree’s smiling eyes. She comforted, “Don’t be so polite, that’s not like you at all. Don’t worry, it’ll be alright.”
Aubree’s face fell. She paused with her fork in mid-air, then set it aside before reassuring, “I understand. I’ll have the lab speed things up as much as possible. As soon as everything’s ready, I’ll let you know right away.”
“Alright. Thank you,” Bowen murmured, lowering his head. He hadn’t felt this powerless in a long time.