Chapter 57 Do No Mess With A Programmer
While Natasha went upstairs to shower, she was spammed by people in the company in the chat group.
Hundreds of messages popped up on her device, and when she went through the news, it was all about Hamilton Corporation’s confession and the Rolls-Royce Phantom they gifted.
Many of the photos were sharp and clear, especially the one that showed the sportscar with the eye-catching red.
Fortunately, none of the pictures caught Natasha’s front.
Someone online commented: This reporter is terrible! Did he deliberately avoid taking pictures of her face?
Are you sure they’re not filming? The woman looks like a movie star, no?
Come on. Do you see cameras or any other equipment around? It’s impossible that they’re filming. She does look really good, though.
Maybe they only took photos of her back because it looks better than her front?
I really want to know what she looks like. Does anybody know? Pretty please?
Does anybody know where she got the skirt? It looks amazing!
All the comments were about Natasha, and none focused on the sportscar.
Even so, Natasha still furrowed her eyebrows in displeasure. Looking at the timestamp, it seemed the news had surfaced for a while.
Natasha inquired: Who took these?
Somebody online joked in response: We don’t know, but it’s obvious that they were taken from a distance, Ms. Watson. If this goes on, your real identity as Ms. Wealthy’s going to be exposed.
Another responded: I really want to add your face onto the photos so that the haters would shut up. Is that okay, Ms. Watson?
Natasha simply responded: Why don’t you give it a try.
Immediately, the netizen did as suggested and uploaded an edited photo.
Natasha wiped her hair dry and threw the towel aside before turning on her computer. After some click-clacking on the keyboard, she effortlessly wiped the content off the internet.
When one of the netizens realized that as well, he asked: What did any of you do? Why is the news article gone?
The other netizens then tried refreshing the web page but failed to find the articles.
Hence, somebody mentioned Natasha in their comment: It’s you, isn’t it, Ms. Wealthy? Just because you’re a programmer doesn’t mean you can abuse your rights and stop our gossiping.
Natasha left one last reply before shutting down her computer: It’s best to stay away from false information. Otherwise, you’ll be misled!”
So it really is you!
The netizens immediately went into a frenzy.
Eventually, they all came to a conclusion: It’s not a good idea to gossip about a programmer!
Even though the news articles were removed, they still managed to reach a large number of people online, including Anthony, Benjamin, and Denise.
“The car was gifted by Kenneth?” inquired Benjamin as he and his siblings gathered around a phone.
Anthony raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. “But Nat said she bought it.”
“Then how do you explain this news article?” questioned Benjamin. “They look exactly the same! It was also reported on the same day. I don’t think it’s possible to fake something like this, do you?”
Anthony then fell silent, so Denise voiced, “Do you think Nat’s only saying that because she doesn’t want us to know the truth?”
“Nat wouldn’t lie.”
“Does that mean Nat bought it from Kenneth?” Benjamin took a guess.
The three then fell into deep thought for a moment before Denise made her guess. “Mr. Handsome probably confessed his love to Mommy but got turned down, so he decided to gift her his car. In the end, Mommy proudly offered to buy it from him instead.”
Impressed by Denise’s imagination, her siblings gave her a big thumbs-up.
“But doesn’t Kenneth have a girlfriend?” inquired Benjamin.
The three fell silent again for a while before Anthony blurted, “Scumbag!”
Denise did not agree with that. “I don’t think that’s the case because I’ve seen the woman. Mr. Handsome didn’t seem close with her, so that’s probably not true. Besides, Nat’s much prettier than that woman.”
“Are you sure?”
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