Chapter 327
The comments rolled in like a flood. And, of course, they all aimed at tearing her down.
Some called her shameless. Others said she had it too easy with money, and many were appalled that
someone like her would have the audacity to flirt with Silas.
And then there were the zealots, tagging Silas in a frenzy, urging him to divorce Calliope immediately, claiming that her “filth” was probably contagious.
Upon seeing his tagged mentions, Silas responded with a simple message. [I trust her.]
Those three words sent the internet into another uproar.
[Mr. Myers says he trusts Calliope!]
[Come on, Mr. Myers, the evidence is right there. Don’t let this woman fool you. She’s not worthy of you!]
[Trust? Really? Calliope’s just trash, a shameless gold–digger!]
[Yeah. Calliope’s old classmates even confirmed she’d always been like that!]
[Totally! I went to school with Calliope and saw her getting picked up in fancy cars.]
[Right? I used to think the Jewell family was that rich, but it turns out they aren’t, and it was always different men picking her up.]
[Not just men. I heard she didn’t care about gender when money was involved. Women picked her up too!”
[Yep, and she only went for the older ones.]
[Young guys don’t have money, right? The older, the richer!]
Calliope was at a loss for words.
How amusing, she thought, even some “classmates” she never knew existed were crawling out of the woodwork. The details were so vivid that she almost believed them herself.
Calliope skimmed through a few comments but wasn’t particularly angry. It was more fun than anything.
Before heading to the office, Silas checked on her, wanting to ensure she was okay. Only when he was satisfied did he leave.
As Calliope stepped out, Damien and a few others were there waiting.
“Mrs. Myers, would you like us to go with you for protection?” Damien asked, “Quite a few people online say they want to teach you a lesson.”
“No need. I’m fine.” Calliope glanced at Damien and his crew. “Do you guys think I’m that kind of person?”
They immediately shook their heads. “Of course not!”
“Exactly,” Calliope smiled, “As long as those who know me believe in me, nothing else matters.”
“But some crazies might take it too far,” Damien frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want us to be close by?”
“There’s no need. I’m headed to a class reunion today,” Calliope explained, “Having a crowd with me wouldn’t be practical.”
“A class reunion?” Damien’s eyes widened, “What a coincidence!”
“Yep,” Calliope shrugged.
She received the invitation last night. Her high school class president had called to invite her to the reunion, assuring her that her classmates believed in her and wanted her to explain the rumors.
But Calliope knew better. It wasn’t any ordinary reunion. It was likely a trap orchestrated by Lisette. She had no
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intention of dragging Damien and his crew along.
Though unpredictable things happened at such gatherings, she was Calliope, after all, not easily outmaneuvered.
She wasn’t particularly interested in the reunion. Her time with those classmates had been brief. Her academic prowess had landed her an exceptional opportunity abroad, a move shrouded in secrecy due to a secret project she was in.
