Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1432

Brett snapped out of his daze immediately. The moment tasks were mentioned, his professional instincts went online. Holding the phone, he began teaching his boss step by step.

"Captain, first you click this link to access the account. Right, and these are the materials posted by the big fans. You need to like it first, then share it, and the caption has to include the designated topic tags. And here, this is the voting channel for the Most Beautiful AI Star. You can vote three times a day, and you need to get the people on your social network to vote as well."

The two tough guys, whose combined age was around sixty, squatted on the castle steps in the middle of the night, passionately studying the pink-themed fandom support pages on the screen.

The next morning, Emmy woke up naturally. Out of habit, she picked up her phone and opened her social network app. After just a few scrolls, she froze. Her screen was filled with James's profile picture.

He had actually posted three consecutive updates about her!

The first was a fanatical quote recommending her to the public. "My wife is the most beautiful! My wife slays! I support my wife unconditionally! Emmy is a true AI genius, investing your time in her is absolutely worth it! Please pay close attention to her!"

Emmy's mouth fell slightly open in shock. Were these really the words typed by the aloof, arrogant, and decisive James?

Scrolling down, the second post was a voting link. "Please lift your fingers and cast a precious vote for the Most Beautiful AI Star, Emmy. Thank you all for your effort."

The third post was a high-definition nine-photo grid from one of her previous interviews. Every single picture had been meticulously edited, and the watermarks were cleanly removed. What was even more absurd was that James had liked all three of his own posts.

The comment sections beneath were already exploding. Mutual friends from all walks of life were frantically liking the posts, filling the screen with strings of question marks and comments asking what was going on.

Emmy couldn't even bear to look at it anymore.

Just then, the bathroom door was pushed open. James had just finished his shower, wearing only a black bathrobe and holding a towel to dry his wet, short hair.

Emmy held up her phone, staring at him with a look of pure disbelief. "James, did someone hack your messaging account?"

Hearing this, James's motion of drying his hair abruptly stopped. He froze, seemingly just realizing what he had done the night before. He put down the towel and strode over to the nightstand to check his own phone.

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