Chapter 306

Even the most controversial celebrities today—with their armies of online detractors ―rarely sue so many internet users at once. Usually, the sheer investment of time, resources, and money makes it impractical; at most, stars might take a few individuals to court, never on this scale.
Cases like these typically drag on for months just to get started. Gathering evidence -tracking down posts and verifying the identities behind anonymous accounts-can be a logistical nightmare.
But with Andrew Lane, none of those obstacles seemed to exist. In just a single day, he managed to compile the real names and information of more than thirty individuals, blindsiding everyone with his efficiency.
And that wasn’t all. Andrew had hired the country’s most prestigious law firm, whose fees alone were staggering. For this many lawsuits, the combined legal costs could probably buy a new house in the city.
His bold, decisive action-rushing to defend the woman he cared about-turned heads and drew even more online onlookers.
The moment Andrew Lane released his statement, every negative comment about Isabella Austin vanished from the internet. The conversation swiftly shifted, drowning in speculation about Andrew and Isabella themselves.
It didn’t take long for netizens to unearth photos of Andrew Lane. Once they saw his face, even more people were captivated, declaring him a national heartthrob.
Soon after, someone dug up an old photo of Andrew and Isabella together in high school. Their faces were still fresh and youthful, but it was easy to imagine how striking they’d become. Both wore the same standard-issue blue and white school uniforms as everyone else, but somehow, the ill-fitting clothes looked tailor-made on them. They looked so clean, so effortlessly beautiful, it was as if their uniforms belonged to a different world from everyone else’s.
Standing side by side, Andrew held Isabella’s pale yellow backpack in his hand. There was a shy, affectionate closeness about them—subtle, but unmistakable. Both were smiling at the camera, the kind of radiant, unguarded happiness you’d expect to see in a romantic movie.
“Finally! Someone’s standing up for Isabella,” one comment read. “Andrew, you have to take good care of her! She’s been through so much. Promise us you’ll make her smile again, okay? Right now, you’re the only one she has.”
“This is wild,” another user wrote. “It’s like living in a real-life romance novel. Can someone explain why Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin look like they just stepped out of a storybook-while the rest of us look so… normal?”
“Is this what they call the domineering CEO and his sweetheart?” someone else joked. “He rushed to defend her the moment she was wronged. Honestly, it’s kind of adorable.”
“Hey, don’t just call her his sweetheart!” another commenter corrected. “Isabella Austin is a world-class pianist—the media’s dubbed her a genius. She graduated from Siana Conservatory of Music, one of the top schools in the world. She’s every bit Andrew Lane’s equal.”
“I’m swooning,” read another post. “Why did I have to see them together? Is my whole existence just to make them look even more perfect?”
“He’s the CEO of a public company, she’s a piano prodigy, and they’re both twenty- six. Is there a more perfect couple on earth?”
“Isabella’s boyfriend is the definition of loyal. I’m officially voting for Andrew Lane as her future husband.”