From Divorce To Dominance (Natalie Xavier)

Chapter 77

Darren had been looking into Natalie lately, but he hadn't found any leads. With this situation happening, it was the perfect chance to see what she could do. He might find out useful stuff about her identity. His ex-wife continued to surprise him, and not knowing anything about her was frustrating. Tony hesitated on the other end of the line. "Mr. Lather."

"Leave it at that," Darren interrupted, hanging up before Jack could finish.

Staring at the darkened screen, he lazily ran his long fingers overat. After a moment, he opened Twitter to check on the latest updates,

The online world was in chaos. The first trending topic caught Darren's eye:

The headline "How Many Sugar Daddies Does Natalie Actually Have?" had nearly a billion views, and the original tweet had over five hundred thousand comments,

Darren clicked on it and on it and saw sorts of insults

[Can

Natalie's fans even spell I b**h? Natalie Valalle won't even dare to show her face now, yet you're still defending her? No amount of damage control can change the fact that she's with old men!]

What kind of family raises such a shameless daughter? Just look at those old men. They all come from wealthy backgrounds. Natalie's just a gold digger and a homewrecker. Pathetic!] [Are the director team of f Sweet Love playing dead? Get over here and see what filthy garbage you've been worshipping!] [Women who break up families deserve punishment!]

I've already edited Natalie's mourning photo! Feel free to take it! I'd spit on the grave of a woman with no bottom line! Ughil

Darren's face hardened, and his jaw clenched t

He lifted his eyelids slightly, focusing on a row of neatly her cold fury in his eyes glimmered like a knife hidden in a winter night-sharp, icy, and terrifying

neatly arranged black mourning photos. A cold smile on his face.

Darren thought, 'Some people are really asking for trouble, aren't they? I could give it to them. His expression darkened as he glanced toward Natalie in the distance, his gaze deepening with intrigue. Today, she wore a rose-red off-the-shoulder top, and under the sunshine, her skin glowed like porcelain, making her look even more stunning. Especially at that moment, when she caught his gaze, a faint smile lighting her face. She beckoned him with a playful finger, signaling him to hurry back. Each smile and frown radiated endless charm.

He thought. She probably doesn't know about what's happening online. Otherwise, how could she süll be smiling?

another video with a provocative title. [Here's the Proof You All Wanted!] It even tagged Natalie directly,

was shocking, clearly showcasing something scandalous. For a moment, Darren felt a rush of blood to his head. His finger hesitated briefly before he decisively clicked on the video. The footage was shot ambiguously, but any adult could tell

to look away. Her long,

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from the video replayed in his mind, haunting him. Natalie's face flashed before his eyes, her pained expression, and those long legs almost took over all his thoughts, making it hard for him to

dare to do

surge of anger, his presence like a storm brewing as he stormed toward

last as the images from the video replayed in his mind

Darren

Suddenly, he

it. No tattoo. It wasn't Natalie! Natalie had a palm-sized rose tattoo on her thigh, a reminder of the night they spent together a year ago. Her flawless skin made the

only that, he had touched it before. It didn't feel smooth like the rest of her skin.

video had no

made Darren's nerves ease, and he exhaled deeply. The storm

then, Tony called

eyes

him seethe with anger,

say, Mr. Luther?" Tony was taken aback.

I wouldn't recognize my own woman? Darren

00

You know it's not Mrs. Luther. Uh, I mean, it's not Ms.

Tony fell

tech team look into it, Darren said, his thoughts shifting.

"Got

"What about the situation with Ms.

those people in the photos. Ask if they can come forward and clarify things.

to deal with her drama. This is

thought, I didn't ask! But he nodded and praised Darren, saying, "You're such a

a model grandson, and it felt like Tony was hinting at