bChapter /bb407 /b

    After hearing Brian’s instructions, the chief secretary couldn’t help the flicker of surprise that crossed her beyes /bbas /bshe thought, ‘Looks like Mr. Atkinson loves his wife even more than we ever imagined.‘

    “Understood, Mr. Atkinson. I’ll handle it right away.” She hung up and immediately ryed Brian’s orders down the chainb. /b

    Within ten minutes, news had spread throughout Atkinson Group that Brian had set up a special expressne just for his beloved wife. Employees with any rmended food may head straight to the Secretariat.

    As long as his designated secretaries judged them as suitable and healthy, the employees rmending the food will receive a 200–dor bonus on the spot.

    Twenty minutester, news of Brian’s love–fueled fast track hit the trending topics, rocketing straight to number one at lightning speed.

    Countlessizens who saw it couldn’t help but joke, [Did Atkinson Group buy this trending spot]

    But in truth, Atkinson Group’s PR department hadn’t done a thing. In fact, the PR manager, Andrewb, /bwas quietly thrilled, basking in the sudden wave of free publicity, thinking, ‘As expected, the boss always delivers,‘

    Meanwhile, thement section under the top trending topic was already blowing up.

    Netizens, driven wild with envy, flooded thement section and filled it with thousands ofments within just five minutes.

    Meanwhile, in her apartment, Madeline red at thements on her screen with a grave expression.

    [Ughhh, I wanna work at Atkinson Group so bad.]

    [Who doesn’t? Mr. Atkinson and his wife are the ultimate power couple! I’m so jealous of the employees there.]

    [My exact thoughts.]

    [But Atkinson Group’s hiring standards are insane. I applied once before but failed. Ugh, I’m such a loser. Guess I’m just not worthy of stanning this couple in real life.]

    [Same here. I’m kicking myself for not studying harder back then.]

    [Me too.]

    b[/bI can’t even imagine how insanely lucky Atkinson Group employees are, getting to stan their favorite bcouple /bbup /bclose every single day.]

    [If I could see my OTP in person every day, I’d happily work overtime 24/7.]

    [Exactly. Atkinson Group employees are living a dream life. Not only do they get to support their favorite couple bon /bbthe /bclock, but they also get bonuses for it. What kind of dream job is this?]

    [Forget the bonus–I just wanna stan this couple.]

    b1/2 /b

    [Same! Ever since I started shipping Mr. Atkinson and his wife, no other celeb couple can beven /bpare.

    [Exactly! They’re the real deal. Compared to them, all those celeb and influencer couples just seem bso /bbfake/bb. /bbI /bbjust /bcan’t gat into them at all.]

    [Yes! The Brissica couple is hands–down the best to ship. If Mrs. Atkinson could show up with Mr. Atkinson band /bbdo /bsome couple content together, it’d be absolutely perfect.]

    [I’ve already left my suggestion on Atkinson Group’s official page.)

    [I went straight to customer service of their gship brand and left my feedback, and even ordered a ton bof /bbtheir /bbproducts /bto support them. Mr. Atkinson, don’t let me down.]

    [Wait, does that actually work? I’m trying it too.]

    [Me too! I’ll give it a shot.]

    Soon, dozens ofments followed, all announcing that they would try it too. At Atkinson iGroup/i, the sales manager was practically glowing with joy as he watched sales numbers shoot through the roof.

    He could already picture the generous bonus waiting ifor /ihim at the end of the month.

    Meanwhile, in a rental apartment elsewhere in the city, the muffled thud of a phone hitting the sofa echoed at the same moment as an aggressive pounding on the door.

    Madeline turned to the door with a cold re, her face solemn with suppressed fury. She didn’t even need to check to know who was banging at her door. She thought, ‘It’s those damn bloodsuckers again!‘

    With blood still fresh on her hands, Madeline snatched up the phone she’d just mmed onto the sofa. Scowling, she viciously force–quit the app she’d been browsing and jabbed at the delete button.

    She was afraid that if she looked at thosements for even one more second, she’dpletely lose it.

    ‘Those clueless fools still have no idea, ido /ithey? Brian and Jessica broke up ages ago. There’s absolutely no point in shipping them anymorei,/i‘ Madeline thought with a sneer.

    bAD /b