Chapter 513
As the conversations unfolded, Natalie's face became paler and paler. It seemed like harsh words were very difficult to ignore. She stood there, feeling like a clown on display, while the crowd freely turned her into the subject of their mockery.
Mr. Green, clearly inebriated, paid no attention to the others, continuing to declare his feelings to Natalie earnestly.
"Miss Watson, I’m absolutely serious! Yes, I have a son, but I’m now single. I’m not in search of a casual relationship - I wish to marry you!"
"Hey, Mr. Green, do you really want to marry a divorcee?" someone mocked, eliciting laughter from the crowd.
Natalie's hands, previously relaxed by her sides, were now clenched into fists. A lump formed in her throat. She took deep breaths to calm down before she responded, "Mr. Green, perhaps you ought to wait until you have sobered up."
In other words, a drunk man’s words held no weight or truth.
It was her polite request for respect.
"Please continue with your evening. I’ll take my leave."
Natalie had no desire to remain; her presence only served as fodder for further gossip.
The spectators, who had been hoping for a spectacle, made no attempt to detain her; instead, they stepped aside to let her pass.
Natalie quickly made her way to the exit but stopped abruptly when a voice called out from behind.
"Natalie, is there something wrong with your foot?"
For a model, her legs were paramount.
Immediately, all attention shifted to Natalie's legs, concealed beneath her gown.
A wave of discomfort swept over her. She wanted to leave but found herself immobilized. She had reminded herself to maintain a steady, elegant gait so that no one would perceive any irregularity. However, the urgency to flee had overwhelmed her caution.
Natalie turned around to find Sharon standing there, looking somewhat perplexed and apologetic.
"Ah... I’m sorry, I just thought... your walk appeared a bit unusual, Natalie. I didn’t mean to..."
Anyone with a hint of insight could discern Sharon's words as a clumsy attempt to distance herself while subtly drawing attention to a potential issue with Natalie's foot.
"Hey, Natalie, your gait does seem peculiar. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it earlier," Sharon’s friend chimed in. In truth, she had not observed anything unusual and was merely repeating Sharon's observation.
The crowd, driven by their curiosity, started murmuring among themselves.
"Is Natalie walking oddly?"
"Huh? I didn’t notice it."
"Natalie, I’m sorry. I might have been wrong,” Sharon said, feigning remorse, "It’s just that your walk today appears different from your usual walk on the runway, so I was confused."
Mentioning the runway was clearly a calculated effort to embarrass Natalie further.
At that moment, Natalie understood that she might have vastly underestimated Sharon.
Natalie's rapid rise and journey to fame had indeed drawn envy from many of her peers, unwittingly obstructing their routes to fame.
"Miss Watson, what’s wrong with your leg?" a brand director asked bluntly with a serious expression.
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