Chapter 612
Bowen figured Aubree had probably gone to Turner Group because of all the rumors blowing up online. However, he didn’t bother to pay much attention to what she was up to, as he had a clear conscience.
But when Aubree suddenly mentioned that name, Bowen was momentarily stunned. He repeated, clearly confused by the situation, “You said that I had asked her to help me organize files?”
“I didn’t,” he denied.
She trusted him, but she couldn’t shake the uneasiness Jacinta stirred in her, and she wanted to understand what was going on.
“I know,” she continued, her gaze fixed on him. “This sudden buzz online—it’s Oliver’s doing, and maybe even Alvin is involved behind the scenes. I just don’t get it. Are they seriously trying to break us up? It’s so clumsy. I’d have to trust you so little to let something like this come between us.”
She couldn’t make sense of it. Her eyes searched Bowen’s face, as if trying to uncover some hidden truth—unless he was hiding something.
“Bowen, what do you think about all this?” Aubree asked.
Bowen’s fingers curled unconsciously as he met her gaze. After a long pause, he gave her a playful grin, “Maybe they’re just out of their minds and actually think this could work?”
“Would you like me to deal with the rumors circulating online?” he asked.
Aubree gave him a couple more searching looks but couldn’t find anything suspicious. Maybe she was overthinking it.
“No need,” she said. “The more attention we give it, the more it looks like we care. How long do you think Jacinta can keep putting on this solo act?”
Just as she said, Jacinta’s sudden appearance had come out of nowhere. Aside from the online buzz, anyone at Turner Group with half a brain could tell that what was going on between Bowen and Aubree was nothing like what the internet was claiming.
Gradually, people who knew the truth began speaking up online, clearing the air about their relationship. The rumors died down just as quickly as they had started. After that, neither Alvin nor Oliver made any more moves—except for Oliver, who, for some reason, kept pestering her like he was acting weird.
At Rithol University, third-year students were now encouraged to complete an internship, so the coursework was significantly lighter. Bree Technology’s earlier investments in cutting-edge industries were already showing results, and Aubree was constantly running back and forth between Walton Pharmaceuticals' lab and the company, spinning like a top every day. As if that wasn’t enough, she always seemed to run into Oliver after work.
Before she even made it out of the building, Aubree spotted that all-too-familiar car parked out front. She immediately made a beeline for the back door, hoping to slip away unnoticed.
A voice called out, “Aubree!”
But Oliver, who’d been lying in wait, wasn’t about to let her slip away. He crossed the distance in a few quick strides and grabbed her wrist.
“Aubree, I’ve been trying to talk to you for days. Can’t you just humor me for once?” he said.
People nearby began glancing over. One person hesitated, then stepped forward and asked, “Ms. Miller, do you need any help?”
Everyone recognized him by now, as he had been lurking around after work for days, always trying to catch Aubree. Every time she turned him down, he left quietly. But now he was grabbing her? What was going on?
“It’s fine. You guys can head out,” Aubree said, rubbing her temples.
A headache was starting to set in. This guy was unbelievable. Not long ago, he’d dragged her into an interrogation room, and now he was popping up like this, claiming he wanted to pursue her? She already had a boyfriend, and even if she didn’t, it’s not like she was a masochist. Why would she put herself through this?
Bree Technology’s building sat right in the heart of Rithol City’s business district, and it was peak rush hour. A bunch of employees had stopped to watch, and even passersby were casting curious glances.