Chapter 522

In no time, Edward Ackerley's phone was blowing up. Turns out, his number had been leaked too. Some were calling to mock him, some trying to sell him stuff, a few claiming they had miracle remedies, and even a couple offering... unconventional “help.” He hadn’t left the house in days. Every time he did, he'd go full undercover—this time with makeup to cover the marks on his face. And still— Jeremy Walker watched him lose his temper and strolled over, holding a glass of wine. “Ed, man, chill a bit. I’ve got something that might fix all your troubles. Wanna give it a shot?” Without a second thought, Edward slapped the glass right out of his hand. “Get lost! You were just Broderick Ackerley's lapdog back then. Now you're trying to suck up to me? I’m not Broderick. Try that flattery crap on someone else.” Jeremy’s eyes flickered with a flash of disgust, but his face quickly returned to its calm, calculated expression. “Ed, no need to get so worked up. Everyone knows Broderick's gone broke.