Chapter 373 Is My Wife Angry?
Natalie found herself questioning.
When did he become such a showman?
Was this the same man she had once seduced?
His handsome features and wealth were irresistible. Who could blame her, or anyone else for that matter, for wanting to ensnare him?
His demeanor suggested that he wasn't exactly repulsed by Natalie, was he?
Natalie moved to take a step forward, but uncertainty rooted her to the spot.
She recalled Doris's words from earlier. Even though Oliver hadn't done anything wrong, she couldn't shake off her discontent!
"I can't right now, I have matters to attend to," she said.
Oliver's eyebrow quirked up in response.
The director was taken aback. The model he had pegged as an easy target was not only someone Wine had taken a special interest in, but she also had powerful connections?
Why would a woman of such stature hide her strength and play the part of the weak?
The director stuttered, "Sir, there was an issue with Miss Natalie's footwear during the show. We are looking into it."
Oliver's smile was laced with sarcasm, his eyes filled with mockery. "Is this the pace of your company's investigation? Should I allocate more resources?"
Before the director could scramble for an explanation, Oliver turned his attention to Charles.
Understanding his boss's signal, Charles stepped forward, acknowledged the director, and got straight to the point.
"If not for Miss Natalie's exceptional business acumen, your company's show would have been ruined, and her reputation tarnished. Needless to say, her reputation is of utmost importance to us."
"Yes!" The director nodded vigorously, internally grumbling, "How is this my fault?," while maintaining a facade of respect.
"As for the cause of this issue, I'm sure you have your suspicions..."
"If your company fails to provide a satisfactory explanation, Miss Natalie's legal team will take action against your company," Charles warned.
"Lawsuit?"
"Sue us? Over something so minor?"
"Sue us?" Doris blanched. She had assumed Natalie was just another model and wanted to show her that the fashion world was ruled by women like herself. She hadn't anticipated such a formidable adversary.
"If Miss Doris is interested," Charles suggested with a smile, "why not give it a shot?"
Charles continued, "It seems Miss Doris has a history of scheming against her peers."
Leaning in close to the director, Charles whispered, "Whether there's evidence or not is irrelevant. We don't need a police investigation or a court hearing. The truth is evident, isn't it? Do we really need any so-called evidence?"
Natalie was taken aback by Charles' eloquence.
She had always considered Charles a typical assistant, with Jamie being the more outspoken one.
Who would have thought the director visibly shuddered, his gaze turning to Doris with a sense of urgency.
"Doris," he began, his voice carrying a weight of seriousness. "the situation is grave. You are the prime suspect. If you persist in your refusal to cooperate, you will find yourself having to prove your innocence to the police."
Doris turned to Oliver, her voice shaking with nervousness. "What? Are you trying to corner me into a confession?" she asked, "Mr. Windsor, are you defending your wife now? Have you forgotten about Susan? The argument I had with her today was solely to defend Susan's rights!"
Charles, caught in the midst of the confrontation, stared blankly at the supermodel standing before him. Her husband was now with Susan, both appearing clean and innocent.
"Miss Doris," Charles interjected swiftly, attempting to divert the conversation away from Susan. "since you've already confessed, please extend a public apology to Miss Natalie."
"When did I confess?" Doris retorted, her face draining of color as she realized the implications of her words. If this matter were to be exposed and made public, it would tarnish her career irreparably.
Oliver, who typically reserved his words for Natalie alone, suddenly spoke up, his expression turning icy. "Who told you that my wife was involved in an extramarital affair?"
"Susan!" Doris blurted out.
Oliver's eyes narrowed, and a hush fell over the backstage hall. Everyone exchanged nervous glances, too afraid to utter a word. Only Natalie's gasp echoed prominently in the silence.
Charles maintained a stoic expression, but his heart was in turmoil.
Meanwhile, Oliver was visibly annoyed, his patience wearing thin. He thought about the potential fallout from this confrontation and how it could impact their subordinates.
Natalie broke the silence, her voice steady. "How did Susan communicate this to you?"
Doris stammered, "Susan... Susan didn't say it clearly. We speculated based on her close relationship with a man. He was the one who took care of her when she fell off the runway before. And this time, Susan was also invited to the fashion week. She couldn't come because of her injury, and we heard that it was because of you... that she got injured."
Charles exhaled in relief. "So, you've been making assumptions? I advise you not to spread rumors based on mere speculation."
Oliver reached out and took Natalie's hand, his gaze softening as he looked at her.
"What's wrong?" Natalie asked, her tone calm.
"I'm just checking if my dear is angry," Oliver replied, his sincere expression silently conveying his loyalty. Natalie shrugged nonchalantly. "Isn't it clear now?"
Oliver studied Natalie carefully, ensuring she wasn't upset, and nodded in relief. Natalie, however, couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. She couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was intentionally spreading rumors.
Susan's injury had occurred in America, yet people in foreign circles seemed to know about it and its connection to her. Natalie didn't want to suspect Susan of such malicious intent, but the reality was hard to ignore. Recalling Susan's behavior when they first met in university, Natalie found herself forced to consider the possibility.
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