Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 179

Faust personally messaged Catheleen, inviting her to celebrate New Year's Eve with them.

He also told her to ask Camilla to come along.

Catheleen agreed.

She was in a few group chats, mostly filled with the rich kids of Cabinda.

Catheleen usually paid them little attention.

After all, she was an exception to the rule—she didn't like to flaunt her wealth, drive luxury cars, or waste her days away.

After graduating, she started living on her own, switched jobs several times, and drove a modest car, working from dawn till dusk and enjoying it.

The other heirs said she was making her life harder than it needed to be.

But she loved this kind of life and found joy in it.

They didn't invite her out, and she had no interest in their affairs anyway.

It was all fake friendships, completely pointless.

But today, people in the group chat were blowing up her mentions.

Unsure what was happening, Catheleen sent a confused-face emoji.

Someone quickly replied: [Catheleen, you’re finally here!]

Catheleen typed: [What are you guys doing? Do you need me for something?]

Another person replied: [Catheleen, you have to confirm something for us, quick.]

Catheleen asked: [What is it?]

Several people sent messages at once.

[Catheleen, have you seen Lambert recently?]

[Catheleen, has Lambert ever been in a relationship?]

[Catheleen, does Lambert have… problems in that department?]

[Catheleen, is Lambert… gay?]

…

Catheleen read through the messages one by one. At first, she was just puzzled, but the further she read, the darker her expression became.

What was all this nonsense!

What did they mean Lambert had problems?

So whenever Catheleen called, she was available to chat.

This time was no exception. Camilla answered, asking, “Catheleen, how are things? Is your car fixed?”

The first person she had told about her car breaking down was Camilla.

Catheleen said, “I sent it to the dealership, but they haven’t brought it back yet. Cammie, I’m so pissed!”

Camilla asked quickly, “What’s wrong? Is it because of the car?”

“No!” Catheleen said. “Someone in the group chat just now said… said Lambert can’t perform!”

“What group? What do you mean he can't perform?” Camilla was puzzled. “Why would they say that?”

“Just a bunch of random people. I don’t know where they heard these rumors, but they’re saying Lambert… has problems in that department!” Catheleen was about to explode. “That’s just slander!”

“That department…”

Camilla was about to ask which department, but she immediately understood.

How could anyone even question that about Lambert?

Putting everything else aside, just by standing there, Lambert practically radiated testosterone.