A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 75 However, Matilda never expected to find herself back in the spotlight so soon in another way. The next day, she tried to keep a level head on her way to work, but as she passed the open office area, she could hear the whispers. “Is that her?” “Sure looks like it.” “Definitely her, tsk, appearances can be deceiving.” “Chloe’s friend, huh? Birds of a feather, I bet she’s no good either.” Matilda straightened her spine, and when she reached her desk, she stashed her purse and booted up her computer. Chloe’s chat window was flashing incessantly. She clicked it open. Chloe asked, “OMG, have you seen what happened?” Matilda, puzzled, typed back, “What’s up?” Chloe quickly sent over an image, a screenshot from the entertainment news section. There was Matilda, her profile prominently displayed on the front page, with Adrian’s back in the shot. His face wasn’t visible, but Matilda’s was clear. The angle was perfect, as if it caught Matilda and Adrian in a cozy, intimate conversation, suggesting to anyone a rather ambiguous relationship. Matilda’s eyes widened in shock, and before she could process it, Chloe bombarded her with messages, “The whole office is buzzing about whether it’s you!” “It is me.” Matilda sighed and admitted it with few simple words. She hadn’t expected a night out at the bar to lead to clandestine photos and wild rumors. Her and Adrian? How was that possible? Matilda rubbed her temples, sensing a complicated situation brewing. As an employee of the company, such a scandal could tarnish its reputation. Sure enough, before she had settled in, a nosy coworker approached with a sneer, “Well, well, I hear someone’s cozied up with the Simpson family’s son!” “No kidding!” Chimed in another, “The young Mr. Simpson just got back to town, and 1/2 12:42 Chapter 75 she’s already on him. Quite the fast mover.” “Shh, maybe they’re just good friends, haha.” “Good friends? Hah! The young Mr. Simpson’s pals are all high–society ladies. What’s she in comparison? Just a commoner trying to play Cinderella!” Matilda didn’t respond verbally, and just shot the gossipmonger a chilly glare, which surprisingly made the woman falter. But she wasn’t about to show defeat, “What, got a problem? Think a fierce look makes you special?” Matilda smirked. These kinds of women weren’t worth her attention, not now and not five years ago. She turned her attention back to her work, unfazed, leaving the others feeling like they were punching air. Just a woman pretending to be all pure and lofty, who knew how she’d ingratiate herself with those rich men; they sneeredThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

internally, convinced she was putting on an act just for them. Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of another building, as a man saw the headline “Simpson Family Heir’s Mysterious Late–Night Date“, he tore the newspaper in half. On the intercom, he barked, “Carl!” Carl entered swiftly, “Mr. Boyd, you need me?” *Shut down these rags!” Yvan’s handsome face was a mask of fury, “And find out what Matilda was really up to that night!”