Bye Bye Lovesick Puppy No Longer Chasing Your Glow, I Became My Own Sun novel Chapter 66

As Felix practically became Henry’s shadow, his squeaky clean image quickly captured the media’s attention.

Every small act of kindness he performed was portrayed as another significant achievement in his career.

Charitable donations, community service, and public appearances were all carefully orchestrated to enhance his image. The media and the public ate

it up.

Not only did Felix’s genuine reforms begin to soften the business community’s stance towards him, but he also gained a loyal fanbase.

A group of diehard supporters, including an army of blind fangirls, rallied behind him, creating an online presence dedicated to singing his praises.

They posted about him relentlessly, celebrating his every move, night and day.

I couldn’t help but feel aghast as I watched him publicly participate in one staged event after another.

He attended charity galas, donated to orphanages, and took part in cancer awareness walks.

The more Felix appeared in the media, the more the public seemed to fall under his spell, mesmerized by his seemingly altruistic actions.

The truth was, they only saw the surface. What they didn’t see, what I could see clearly, was that underneath his calculated kindness, there was something far darker at play.

Felix’s fans were ecstatic to see him back on aerospace projects, and there was no doubt that his return to his rightful place in the business world was a step forward.

The situation had shifted, and everyone was on his side–everyone except me. I alone saw beyond his polished image, beyond the charity work and the media–friendly gestures.

I knew that the more Felix tried to appear kind and generous, the more trouble would be waiting for us down the road.

One evening, Felix paid a visit to my office. He arrived just as the last rays of sunlight were fading, and his presence immediately brought an unsettling sense of warmth to the otherwise sterile space.

“Miss Drielle, the weather is lovely today,” he said smoothly, his smile disarming. “I thought we could enjoy these croissants together.”

He handed me a box of freshly baked croissants, the delicate scent filling the air. As if on cue, he offered to make me coffee, all the while wearing that ever–present, polite mask.

“You must be tired after work,” Felix continued, his voice syrupy sweet. “Please allow me to do this for you.”

His movements were deliberately slow, almost choreographed.

He wandered to the pantry, his every action designed to win the admiration of the office.

It wasn’t lost on me that a few employees, drawn by the spectacle, were watching intently, whispering under their breaths. They were in awe, and I could see why.

I almost rolled my eyes. It was too obvious, his theatrics were working like a charm on them.

He had never been the type to admit defeat, and I was sure this was just part of a larger, more calculated scheme.

Chapter 66

But I didn’t mind. There was no harm in free publicity, especially when it was working in my favor.

I leaned in, playing the part of the grateful, moved businesswoman.

“Although your career is facing a tough time, LB Cooperation is honored to sign you as a substitute engineer in the silver category.”

I slid a document across the table, the terms and conditions clearly outlining the minimum contract. It was a far cry from the kind of lucrative deals he had been used to in the past.

I was watching closely for any shift in his expression, anticipating the moment when his pride would crack, and his façade would crumble.

But instead, Felix calmly picked up the pen and signed the papers without even glancing at them.

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, Miss Drielle,” he said, his voice sincere yet strangely devoid of emotion. “Please trust me. I won’t let you down.”

“Oh, you won’t,” I said with a scoff, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Startled, I looked up to find my secretary, Bright, standing at the door. His gaze was fixed on Felix with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “You have a history of disappointing Drielle, Mr. Felix,” he said, his voice low and almost dangerous.

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and for the first time, I saw the faintest flicker of doubt in Felix’s eyes. But whether it was regret or anger, I couldn’t tell.