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


    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 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–societydies. What’s she inparison?


    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 sneeredN?velDrama.Org owns this.


    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!”