Charlotte Thompson closed her eyes, calming the chaotic thoughts in her mind, before seriously focusing on the scattered design drafts on the table.
She held her pen, raising her hand, seemingly after much deliberation, she slowly made a mark.
The weather outside the window remained poor, and it was nearing dusk, casting an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere.
Online, two hashtags had gone viral in just a few hours.
"#CharlotteThompson, Miss Thompson."
"#CharlotteThompsonDeniesRumours."
The server almost crashed again with the surge in the hashtags’ popularity, the programmer looking at the computer data without blinking an eye.
A colleague approached, expressing his frustration, "What kind of people are these netizens? They are the most troublesome group I’ve ever encountered in my programming career."
Below the Weibo post, Charlotte posted a clarification for the first time, causing an instant uproar. Her plain and unverified account was dug up.
No one doubted the authenticity of the account, as Charlotte had previously posted a few life photos on Weibo. During heated discussions, netizens found her account and ruthlessly criticised her in the comment section.
Seeing those derogatory comments, netizens were deeply convinced of the authenticity of the account.
"I really didn’t expect her to clarify on Weibo, oh my god, I have a bold idea – what if she saw the tragic state of Amy Hall in the previous comments and decided to turn back to the shore?"
"Indeed, it is possible. What if she fabricated this to clear her name about her desire to marry into a wealthy family by having a child."
"This is the most significant gossip of the year, to be honest, I haven’t digested it yet."
"Well, well, Miss Thompson claims herself to be an ordinary person, how rare,"
On the other hand, in Mr. Battleson’s office.
Justin Battleson sat down cheerfully in his office chair, but he seemed to be in no mood for work. He just rubbed his chin and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Michael Richard, nodding by his side, didn’t notice the expression on his face; he was busy diligently reporting work.
When he said the last word, he put down the files, pushed them in front of Justin, took a pen from the side, and said, "Mr. Battleson, that’s the situation. If you have no objections, please sign it."
After speaking, he handed the pen to Justin, surprisingly, the latter did not take it. Googlᴇ search novel⚑fire.net
Michael looked at him in doubt, and met Justin’s blank and seemingly foolish smile.
Michael Richard: "..."
As an employee, isn’t his life difficult enough?
Resignedly, Michael waved a hand in front of Justin’s eyes, causing him to snap back to reality, and his usual icy expression returned, he asked, slightly puzzled, "What’s wrong?"
Michael smiled kindly and said, "Mr. Battleson, please have a look at this document. If it seems fine to you, please sign it."
Hearing this, Justin finally looked down at the document.
Michael let out a deep breath, reaching for his phone which had vibrated. After reading the content, he raised an eyebrow but still interrupted Justin.
"Mr. Battleson," he paused then said, "there are new rumours about Miss Thompson flowing online."
Justin’s movement of flipping through the document paused, and after hearing Michael’s summation of the situation, his face also looked slightly unwell.
He closed the document and said gravely, "Call Miss Thompson here."