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.”


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    “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


    herputer.


    Chloe’s chat window was shing 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 disyed 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 rtionship.


    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 ndestine photos and wild rumors.


    Her and Adrian? How was that possible? Matilda rubbed her temples, sensing aplicated situation


    brewing. As an employee of thepany, 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


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    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–societydies. What’s she in


    comparison? Just amoner trying to y Cindere!”


    Matilda didn’t respond verbally, and just shot the gossipmonger a chilly re, 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 sneered 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 inte, 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!”