Chapter 51

Modern-day court dramas often played out in their social circles.

When the camera focused on the girl's face, the paparazzo froze. His first thought was, How can someone have such a perfectly sculpted, almost unreal face? Her skin was like porcelain, her eyes bright and her teeth pearly white. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes shone brighter than the stars.

His second thought was, She looks so young. Theobald looks like an old man next to her!

After taking several shots, he had a nagging feeling he'd seen those eyes before, but he couldn't place them.

The pair's car soon left the mall, and the paparazzo followed. He thought they were heading home, but they just moved on to another mall to continue their shopping spree.

By the end of the day, he was exhausted just from tailing them. But the girl remained energetic, and Theobald was endlessly patient, offering sincere advice on every purchase and swiping his card without hesitation. There was a natural, beautiful chemistry between them.

The paparazzo was starting to ship them.

That evening, too tired to continue, he returned to his studio and posted his story.

The comments section under the hashtags blew up.

[The Northpine Wraith stays the same, but the beauties change!]

—[I'm in love with her face. She's so beautiful, but she looks really young.]

[That kind of stamina for shopping from morning till night? She must be a college student with endless energy.]

[Does anyone have her TikTok?]

[Hannah must be heartbroken! The tycoon has found a new love!]

[The ruthless Northpine Wraith and the delicate starlet are really over. I'm crying!]

[What do you mean, over? Hannah and Theobald were never a thing. Stop spreading rumors!]

[Exactly! Hannah is focused on her career. She has no time for men!]

[It's been ten minutes, and no one has figured out who this girl is. I'm so disappointed in this generation of internet sleuths!]

It wasn't the netizens' fault. Marguerite hadn't had a chance to leave a digital footprint in this hyper connected era Her Twitter and Tiktok accounts were new created, with no posts. She was a lurker. Eleven years ago, the internet wasn't what it is today, and no one would think to dig that far back.

The employees at Starlight Group knew who she was, but they were fiercely protective of her and didn't. say a word on Twitter. A few Of them, however, posted anonymously to quell the rumors.

NurseRatchedsRevenge: [You people have such narrow minds. Can't a man and a woman just be friends?]

Midnight Oil: [Right, they could be related. Everyone should be more rational.]

But no one believed them.

Anna was quickly informed of the trending topics by her secretary and called Theobald. He was having dinner with Marguerite at a highly-rated Hunan restaurant.

Marguerite shoveled a mouthful of stir-fried beef and rice into her mouth.

"A paparazzo took pictures of us shopping. We're trending on Twitter," Theobald said.

Marguerite picked up her phone, glanced at the screen, and said casually, "Just get the trending topics taken down."

Neither of them were in the

entertainment industry, so there was

no need for a public statement.

Clanfying would only generate more buzz, and Marguerite didn't want any more exposure online.

Theobald followed Marguerite's instructions as easily as breathing. He told Anna, "Take them down."

Anna hung up and contacted her liaison at Twitter. Less than a minute later, the three hashtags vanished from the platform as if they had never existed.

"Wow," Anna murmured, surprised. "Twitter is surprisingly efficient today."