Chapter 310
Chapter 310:
Then, a new comment caught his attention. “Dotson, what about your new book? You promised it a month ago, but there’s been no news since. What’s the delay?”
Dotson’s smile stiffened. His mood soured as he adjusted his glasses and hurriedly checked his email. His eyes fixed on a contact with a grayed-out profile picture and a status showing no activity for over 100 days.
“Why haven’t you replied, Latonia?” Dotson’s voice was hoarse, heavy with disappointment and resignation. “How am I supposed to write another book without you?”
The email window glowed faintly before him, silently bearing witness to the dozens of messages he had sent to Latonia—none of which had been answered.
In the past, her replies had been punctual—never more than an hour after he’d sent a message.
But now, a hundred days had dragged by, each unanswered email feeling as if it had been cast into a bottomless pit.
Dotson removed his glasses and pressed his hands to his weary face, as if trying to rub away the exhaustion etched into his features. “Are you in trouble? Or did I do something to upset you?” he murmured, his mind adrift in memories of Latonia.
From the moment he entered the world of literature, his journey had been rough and unyielding. Every manuscript he produced met either silence or harsh criticism. People said he lacked talent, that his work was amateurish and unpolished.
The sting of rejection pushed him into a dark corner, making him question whether he was cut out for this path at all.
Then, like a guiding star piercing storm clouds, Latonia appeared. She became his lifeline, offering encouragement when he was ready to give up.
She was his muse, his angel, lifting him from the depths of self-doubt. She even shared her own stories and insights. Thanks to her, he created his first hit novel.
When his work finally earned rave reviews and a loyal following, he felt as if he’d been given a second chance at life.
He was deeply grateful to Latonia. He had always dreamed of meeting her in person, looking her in the eye and thanking her.
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Yet Latonia remained an enigma, always avoiding his invitations, insisting that true connections were forged not in person, but through the digital threads that linked their hearts.
From that point on, they maintained a steady correspondence. Whenever he prepared to start a new novel, Latonia generously offered a wealth of ideas, even helping craft detailed plans and draft outlines. With Latonia’s guidance, he went on to publish a series of widely acclaimed novels.
Now, he was just one bestseller away from landing a prestigious publishing deal with the platform. But at this crucial moment, Latonia had vanished without a trace. Without her guidance, he felt like a ship lost at sea, drifting aimlessly with no direction. If this continued, he feared the platform would soon lose faith in him. On the brink of success, Dotson couldn’t afford to let this opportunity slip away.
He took a deep breath and wrote another email.
“Latonia, I’m not sure what’s going on with you right now, but after all this time talking, I’ve realized just how much you mean to me. Please, reply. There’s so much I need to say.”
After hitting send, Dotson glanced at the draft of the article he had written to tear Janice apart, a cold smirk curling on his lips.
“Let her have it. Rip her to shreds. Push her to the brink until she’s broken—and it’ll be her own doing. Who cares if she’s my sister? If her character is flawed, I’d rather not be stuck with a sister like that.”
Muttering a curse, Dotson grabbed his phone and dialed Delilah.
Delilah asked, “Dotson, I saw the article you posted. Are you sure about this?”
Dotson chuckled darkly. “Oh, come on, what’s the worst that could happen? When I say I’ve got your back, I mean it. Just watch. If Janice doesn’t step up and apologize to you, I’ll keep this train rolling with more articles that’ll tear her apart.”
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