Goodbye, My Love

Chapter 1175

In an attempt to regain control, Keely changed her approach and adopted a softer tone.

“Marco, honestly, | don’t know if Loraine plagiarized or not. That's Professor Zizka’s opinion. As his student, I'll

naturally support him.”

Marco stayed silent. Keely let out a quiet sob. “After all, | have been to prison before. Even though Professor

Zizka was really nice to me, my taway was tough. | can’t even express how much | missed you every single

day | was gone.”

Keely’s voice quivered with sadness as she continued, “I've put so much effort into my design, hoping that

Professor Zizka would notice and bringback to the country to be with you. Marco...”

She paused, expecting Marco’s comfort. She was certain no man could ignore her pleas.

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But Marco wasn’t moved.

He didn’t hear the answers he sought. Not wanting to hear Keely’s lament anymore, he ended the call abruptly.

Keely was putting all her effort into her acting, completely immersed in the moment. The abrupt sound of the

phone hanging up startled Keely, leaving her in a state of utter disbelief.

In a state of panic, Keely hastily dialed back, fearing that the call had been unintentionally disconnected.

However, her apprehension grew when she discovered that her number had been blocked once again,

preventing her from reaching Marco.

Shock washed over Keely as she stared at her phone. In a fit of rage, she flung her water glass off the table,

grinding her teeth as she cursed, “Loraine! You are the cause of all this. I'll make you pay!”

In the CEO's office of the Universe Group, Loraine finished all her work and sank into the plush office chair.

Weariness and drowsiness wrapped around her like a warm blanket, gently luring her into a blissful moment of

rest.

As she began to surrender to slumber, the intrusive vibration and ring of the phone on her desk jolted her back

to reality.

Loraine’s eyes blinked open, and she tenderly soothed the area between her eyebrows. She got up and grabbed

her phone. It was Klein.

As soon as she answered, Klein's urgent voice filled the line. “Miss

Angela’s Library

Torres, please see what's trending online. It’s a disaster.”

Taken aback, Loraine quickly navigated to her social media.

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As the page loaded, a flood of direct messages met her, the relentless blinking of the notification icon adding to

her unease.

Her eyebrows knitted in frustration. As she prepared to open the messages, her eyes caught sight of a trending

post on her feed.

The post implicated her.

Keely wrote, ““@Loraine, your public mockery at the advisory meeting caused my teacher a hypertensive crisis.

You should consider saying sorry to him.”

Loraine ventured into the comments section, finding it awash with public support for Keely and harsh criticism

towards her.

Navigating to Keely’s profile, Loraine saw the insincere grievance posted there.

The complaint not only remained, but was also pinned at the top of