Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1416

Brett hurriedly grabbed his phone, his face twisting into an expression of pure agony. "No, no, that is not it. It is just that this specific group has a very high entry barrier. This is the core inner circle, and the vetting process is brutally strict. Let me ask Tiffany first."

Brett's fingers flew across his screen as he typed out a message. A moment later, he looked up, his expression even more awkward than before.

"Um, Captain. Tiffany said that to join the group, you have to provide several active social media accounts. Twitter, Instagram, anything works. But..."

Brett cautiously checked James's reaction. "But the accounts must have a history of posting about Emmy. You need at least ten records of liking, sharing, or voting for her projects. The accounts also have to be at least six months old to prove you are not a hater trying to sneak in."

James stared at him in dead silence. His social media accounts were used exclusively to monitor international conflicts and financial news. He had not posted a single update in years, and his profile pictures were all the default gray silhouettes. Forget about voting for Emmy's projects, he had never even clicked the like button on a post.

Brett shrank back, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Captain, the only reason I got in was because Tiffany pulled strings for me. Even then, she made me do daily data boosting tasks for an entire month before they finally approved my entry."

James pressed his lips together in a thin line. He was Emmy's legally married husband, yet he was not even qualified to join her fan club!

Seeing his boss's face darken like a gathering storm, Brett's heart pounded in terror. He bravely offered his phone forward. "How about you just use my phone to look at the chat for now? The fans are a bit intense, but they are incredibly loyal to your wife."

James did not refuse. He reached out and took the military grade smartphone with its slightly cracked screen.

The app displayed a massive group chat with five hundred members. The title read: Emmy's Shadow Global Support Group 3.

James raised an eyebrow. The chat was bustling, with messages refreshing at a dizzying speed. The screen was flooded with custom reaction images made from photos of Emmy. One showed her staring coldly at a computer screen with the caption "She is slaying me." Another showed her smiling gently, captioned "Wifey needs a hug."

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