From Divorce To Dominance

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After this message was sent out, the entire chat group went silent.

Two minutes later, Christian broke the ice. [Christian: My wife wants to invite you to lunch today. Come to our house so we can discuss things in detail. Don't worry. It's just a simple meal.]

[Walter: We should give her a good beating to wake her up. Isn't boxing awesome? Isn't martial arts awesome? Isn't painting, metaphysics, and chess enough to keep her busy? If she's bored, go mining with her dad. Why bother with some worthless guy?] Walter: Christian, I'm also going for lunch. Let's give her a good practice today.] Hunter: Isn't this a coincidence? I'm off today, so I can enjoy the meal as well. Christian, don't forget to ask your wife to make my favorite curry chicken, but not too s**cy.]

[Samuel: Add a dish of stew beef. It's lucky I ate light for breakfast. I'm getting a bit hungry now. I'm heading over. Natalie, you must come. I will wait for you.]

Edward: Count me in.]

[Charles: Natalie, I am also going. Today I'll help you check your romantic prospects.]

Seeing the messages, Natalie was kind of speechless.

[Queen Natalie: You all get so excited when it's about food? Can you do something useful? Get on Twitter now.] Natalie: Did you log on?]

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Natalie didn't get any response.

Natalie knew they were probably mad. Over the past three years, she hadn't mentioned to them that she got married. They didn't know she had gotten married, had a kid, and then divorced. Now, she only told them when they kept asking her. Of course, they'd be a bit upset. Natalie thought, 'It was all Darren's fault. Why did he have to meddle in my business and ask Tony to contact my mentors? Was he bored? Had he finished all his work or something? Natalie found him ridiculous. During their marriage, he ignored her, acting like he wished they'd never meet again in this lifetime. Now that they were divorced, not only

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did he keep showing up, but he was also constantly meddling in her business. There must be something wrong with him.

Fuming, Natalie had to vent her anger. She took Darren off the blacklist and sent over a dozen emojis in one go. Darren received them almost instantly.

He had two phones. This number was for his personal WhatsApp, and it rarely got any messages. Feeling suspicious, he unlocked his screen and saw that all the messages were from Natalic.

Did she remove him from the block list? All the messages were photos. Did she find out that the small account from yesterday was his? How did she find out? Darren suddenly felt nervous and hesitated before logging into WhatsApp. It turned out that Natalie bombarded him with a bunch of emojis, each one with its own message.

Queen Natalie: If you have anything to say, spit it out. Don't act crazy here.]

[Queen Natalie: Mind your own business.

Queen Natalie: None of your business. You ***tic. This is absolutely absurd.]Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Queen Natalie: Why are you being a busybody?]

[Queen Natalie: You sneaky little thing. You are so bad.]

Queen Natalie: Keep your distance and mind your own business.]

[Queen Natalie: Please leave.]

The more Darren scrolled down, the darker his expression became. He thought, 'Where does Natalie find all these weird emojis? She used to be sweet and gentle in the past three years, right?'

[Darren: Are you crazy?]

Queen Natalie: You drove me crazy.]

[Darren: Trying to blackmail me? Ms. Xavier, is this your new tactic?]

[Queen Natalie: Get lost. I'm out of your league.]

After sending that message, Natalie decisively blocked Darreh again.

On the other end, Darren saw the red exclamation mark again and pursed his lips tightly. He thought, 'Did she unblock me just to throw some insults? What did I do to provoke her?

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Natalie threw a fit and felt much better afterward. She went back on Twitter, right when Christian retweeted her post.

[Christian the President of the Boxing Association: Are you serious? Just having a meal with a student and 1 get accused? An old man can't socialize with a young woman now? Socializing means she's my sugar baby? Natalie's got so much money. Who is qualified to be her sugar daddy anyway? My wit wants you to come home for lunch, @Queen Natalic. Hurry up.] [Christian the President of the Boxing Association: By the way, the man is the first photo is me. It's a good shot, but don't do this anymore.]

Christian posted that tweet right when everyone was angrily accusing Natalie. People thought he would scold his student for being unethical, and everyone was ready to lash out, but they didn't expect such a big twist. [What? Is the man in the first photo really him? Could it be Natalie was just having a normal meal with a friend?]

To save his student's reputation, he even damaged his own. Mr. Graham has lost his dignity in his old age. Natalie is so bad.]

Whoa. Mr. Graham came forward in person, and it's from a verified account. It can't be fake. How could some people slander them? They just had a meal and Natalie was accused of keeping the sugar daddy company.] Boohoo... Mr. Graham protected his students. It is so touching. He's the best mentor ever.]

[Everyone knows Mr. Graham has been in seclusion. So few people have seen him. How can he prove the person in the photo is him?

After Christian posted his clarification, he continuously monitored the online reactions. Unexpectedly, netizens asked him to prove he was the man in the photo, which left him speechless. Normally, he wouldn't bother with these disputes, but for Natalie, anything was worth it. [Christian the President of the Greton Boxing Association: Here are two photos of mine.1

He directly posted two photos of himself in boxing clothes and in the association office. The netizens quickly caught on and went silent. But that wasn't the end. After him, several others, as if agreed, began to retweet Natalie's previous post.

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[Hunter the Doctor nt Greton Hospital: The man in the fourth photo is me. If you don't believe it, come to Greton Hospital and check out at the gynecology department.]

Walter the Panda Warrior: Why does the third photo make my belly look so big?]

[Samuel's Paintbrush: I'm the man in the sixth photo. Here are my selfies to prove myself.]

Edward the Chess Prodigy: I'm the man in the fifth photo. If you don't recognize me, watch the match replay.]

[Charles the Master of Divination: They all claimed theirs. The remaining unclaimed one is mine. Here's an ad: Divination mentors also need to make a living. As long as you have any problems with divination, love predictions, and fate reading, come find me. I'm sure to provide the best quality at a good price. My WhatsApp ID is...] At first, seeing the clarifications, netizens sat up straight. These were all big shots from various industries and they rarely showed up. Several of them appearing at once today was too exciting and nerve-wracking. Even Twitter seemed to get a prestige boost. Some of the netizens thought, 'But what is with the last tweet? Who is this broke and shabby diviner? How can he still try to hustle people with divination?"

This is a scientific society now. If he really can predict that accurately, I'll eat my hat.] [Wow. I've told you. Natalie doesn't need a sugar daddy. The truth is out now. Why aren't those haters jumping around anymore?]

really curious. How does Natalie know so many big shots? Could she be a big shot herself?]

Don't make me laugh. Stop overhyping Natalie, okay? She just has some money, and money doesn't make her invincible. Do you really think she's a big shot?]

Do you think even overnight? Come on. Those need talent. Natalie's fans, stop treating her like a genius,

can just master traditional medicine, painting and chess okay?]

Others are only giving her face because of Christian. Natalie isn't that influential. Much appreciated.]

At that moment, Natalie watched the situation unfold and her furrowed brows relaxed. Her mentors were really supportive. Since they had paved the way for her, she might as well take this chance to hit back lightly. She leisurely posted another tweet, and this time she directly attached a link.