Looking at these things, Elspeth grew even more suspicious. “But I couldn’t find out who was the one stirring up the rumors. Is something wrong with my sixth sense?”
Seeing how engrossed she was, Frank assured, “You must have your reasons for coming to this conclusion.”
Noticing the abrupt change in his attitude, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious. “Why did you change so suddenly? You’re not the kind of person who will assure me.”
He cleared his throat. “That’s because I know you’re capable, and Mr. Winthrop wouldn’t flatter you for no reason. By the way, what are you planning to do, then? You can’t let them think that you’re such a person, can you?”
“I’ll take care of this, of course.” Despite what she said, she was not the least worried at all.
“What are you going to do?”
Without a word, she found a picture from the folder on her computer and uploaded it simply in a post. A few minutes later, this picture was pushed to the top and became a trending topic with the highest views.
Also, there were all sorts of surprised comments in the comment section.
‘This dress was designed by Elspeth?!’
‘Elspeth is the designer, Jenny? She’s amazing!’
‘Isn’t Elspeth too much of a genius? How could there be such a talented person?’
‘Talented? She’s simply the best!’
Meanwhile, Jordan and Tiffany, who were silently gloating behind the screen at the abusive comments from the netizens about Elspeth, suddenly turned pale the second they saw the news.
With a frozen smile on her face, Jordan uttered, “Who the hell is this Elspeth Lynwood? How could she be Jenny?”
“At this point, there’s no denying that she’s indeed Jenny. Damn it, I thought I could get her good by saying that she was wearing an imitation so that she won’t have the guts to cross us again, but who would have thought…”
If it was true that Elspeth was Jenny, then this matter was as good as over. She was Jenny, so it didn’t matter even if the clothes she wore were imitations. Even if they were imitations, who would have the nerve to question her if she claimed them to be authentic?
Tiffany was so mad that her gastric started to act up. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that Elspeth had this move up her sleeves.
Equally mad, Jordan suddenly had a daring idea when she saw Tiffany was in just as a foul mood as her.
“Tiffany, I have an even better idea.”
Seeing the mystery on her face, Tiffany couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What is it?”
Jordan leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, and a devilish smirk appeared on Tiffany’s face.
“Let’s do it.”
At the same time, when Elspeth saw that the comments were starting to favor her, she relaxed and whisked out her cell phone to play a few rounds of games.
Seeing that she was also playing ‘Conqueror’s Honor,’ Frank said in surprise, “You’re playing this as well? How are you doing in the game?”
“Seasoned female player and the representative of ten consecutive losses. Although I constantly curse when I play, it did nothing for my skill, and I learned nothing,” she replied and grinned. “Thus, I have given up, and anyone can come and beat me.”
Not able to stifle himself, Frank burst out in laughter. “Well done!”
Elspeth rolled her eyes at him and picked her character. “Did you seriously buy that? I’m a tactical and scheming player.”
He laughed even harder. “Really? If that’s true, my brother will definitely like you very much.”
“Oh?” she uttered, intrigued.
“You know my elder brother, Kenneth, don’t you? He’s the esports madman who has been at the top of the Conqueror’s Pro League for so many years that he’s begging for someone to beat him.”
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