Chapter 208: Chapter 208

People started posting in droves about Seraphina Sinclair, various small websites and forums popped up one after another.

Austin White, no matter how powerful he was, even with eight arms, couldn’t suppress them all.

Moreover, these events were etched in the minds of the masses, even if the sites were taken down, it was useless.

"These people deserve to die!" Austin White punched the coffee table and swiftly stood up, "I’m going out for a bit."

Desmond Fairchild ignored Austin White and focused his gaze on Quentin Jennings, "Have you found the people spreading the rumors?"

"We’re doing our best to find them, but there’s no clue yet." Quentin Jennings also dropped his usual playful grin, given how the matter affected Seraphina Sinclair, he dared not take it lightly.

"I want results in thirty minutes." Desmond Fairchild abruptly stood and left a statement, "Until the rumors are controlled, no one can bring up this matter in her presence."

Irene Rowe and Quentin Jennings nodded, indicating their understanding.

Knowing well that these matters were Seraphina Sinclair’s scars, they naturally dared not uncover the truth themselves.

As Desmond Fairchild left, he sent a message to Jude Sinclair, who replied with an OK emoji.

Knowing that Seraphina Sinclair was still unaware, Desmond Fairchild calmed down considerably. He didn’t care about anyone’s emotions or what others thought of Seraphina Sinclair; from start to finish, he only cared about Seraphina Sinclair herself.

So, those who were gossiping behind her back.

They all deserved to die.

After leaving the office, whatever Desmond Fairchild did, suddenly all the derivative posts that were still being released stopped.

The various websites concerning Seraphina Sinclair’s past and history vanished completely.

Irene Rowe, who had been monitoring real-time, noticed something amiss, immediately having someone search all the data on Seraphina Sinclair. Unexpectedly, the opposing side deleted it so thoroughly that not even basic information on Seraphina Sinclair could be found on any search engines.

Moreover, the situation persisted for over half an hour, and no one brought up the matter again.

The originally hot news disappeared into thin air, as if it never existed.

Irene Rowe grabbed Austin White who was walking past, giving him a thumbs up, "Austin White, nicely done!"

Though the issue with Seraphina Sinclair seemed resolved, Austin White did not relax, his expression becoming even colder, "It wasn’t me."

"Who else but you has such skill, can make these messages disappear instantly?" Irene Rowe thought Austin White was being modest, smiling as she lightly hit his chest, "You did well, I’ll treat you to dinner tonight as a reward for your hard work today."

Austin White remained troubled, his mood growing heavier, he explained again, "The news about my godmother wasn’t my doing."

"The matter is resolved, why are you joking?" Irene Rowe was somewhat incredulous.

"I said it wasn’t me, so it wasn’t me." Austin White showed some impatience, unable to help but shout at Irene Rowe.

Irene Rowe was startled by his sudden increase in volume, her smiling lips slowly drooping, she politely stepped back, lowering her voice by eight degrees, "Sorry."

Though unsure what she had done wrong to anger Austin White, Irene Rowe’s eyes shimmered with tears, nodding slightly at Austin White before turning and running off.

Watching Irene Rowe leave looking sad and distressed, Austin White felt immense regret.

Seeing his admired girl walk further away, he was frozen on the spot, unsure what to do. At that moment, someone behind him gave him a push, making him realize he couldn’t lose Irene Rowe.

Stumbling to catch up, he couldn’t find any trace of Irene Rowe.

He asked everyone he met, "Have any of you seen where Vice President Rowe went?"

Austin White was Seraphina Sinclair’s godson, he often helped at the company, and everyone noticed the ambiguous relationship between him and Irene Rowe. Just moments ago, they saw Irene Rowe run out crying, now they saw Austin White chasing after her, clearly the couple had a quarrel.

So the enthusiastic employees immediately pointed out Irene Rowe’s location to Austin White.

Seeing Austin White rush toward Irene Rowe, quite a few of the girls admiring him in the company had their hearts shattered.

"Stop watching, someone like Young Master White wouldn’t spare a glance at us small fry." One of Irene Rowe’s secretaries walked through the employee area with a stack of files, regretfully.

"Young Master White is so outstanding, indeed beyond our reach. But to mention, Vice President Rowe is much older than Young Master White, do these boys nowadays prefer older women?" Some thought that Irene Rowe and Austin White were not suitable at all.

And many agreed, most people in the company felt Irene Rowe and Austin White weren’t suited for each other.

After all, the age gap was there, which was hard to accept.

Though Irene Rowe was beautiful, the glamorous woman standing next to Austin White, who looked like a pretty boy, was truly incongruous.

Everyone thought so, but no one dared to actually say it.

This female employee voiced everyone’s thoughts, but no one dared to go along.

If Seraphina Sinclair heard this, she’d likely scold them fiercely.

Speaking of which, Austin White chased Irene Rowe to the rooftop, seeing the silhouette standing in the cold breeze hurt Austin White’s heart deeply.

"Irene." He called softly.

Irene Rowe ignored him, standing in the breezy spot in her thin outfit, her flaxen waves fluttering in the wind, her silhouette seemed so lonely, so pitiable.

Of course, Austin White felt deeply sympathetic, the woman he liked was standing here in the freezing wind, all because of him, the guilt inside was truly indescribable.

He ran quickly to Irene Rowe’s side, sincerely apologizing, "Irene, I was too emotional earlier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you."

Irene Rowe still didn’t speak, not even offering her face to Austin White.

She grew up as her parents’ beloved, when had she ever felt such grievance?

Besides, she still hadn’t figured out why her comments got Austin White so angry, was it wrong to praise him?

Irene Rowe tilted her head back, trying to send the tears back.

It was absurd that Miss Rowe was actually crying over a young brat.

Irene Rowe took a deep breath, composed herself before turning to face Austin White.

Austin White saw her turn around, his lips curving upwards, he wanted to apologize again, but he was faced with Irene Rowe’s indifferent gaze. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novᴇlfire.net

Her tone was more distant and cold than their first meeting, "Do you have something to say?"

"I—Irene, what’s wrong?" Not accustomed to Irene Rowe’s sudden change in attitude, Austin White was stunned.

"I was wrong too, I shouldn’t have kept bothering you, I’m sorry." Irene Rowe politely smiled, her words devoid of any emotion, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now."

"No, earlier I was too impulsive, I shouldn’t have lost my temper at you, it wasn’t your fault, Irene." Austin White’s heart instantly panicked, anxiously reaching out to grab Irene Rowe’s hand.