Chapter 587 Are His Fans Struggling?
Oliver was speechless.
A mere hundred thousand or so, and that's enough to be considered generous for supporting the Natalie & Oliver fandom?
Could it be that all their fans were struggling financially?
Noah noticed no objections from the rest and, using her admin privileges, edited the new high-roller fan’s nickname to: Big Spender!
The chat was now bustling with messages:
"Hey, are you at work right now?"
"Does your family own a mine or something?"
"You’ve got great taste, Natalie and Oliver are a heavenly match!"
Oliver glanced at the pile of work emails in his inbox but decided to entertain the fans in the chat for a moment.
Big Spender replied with brevity: "No mine. Working."
The chat fell silent for a moment.
Someone asked, "Where do you work? Must be a big company!"
Big Spender: "RK Corporation."
The mention of RK Corporation set the chat abuzz; it was, after all, Oliver's company!
The chat exploded:
"Please share the inside scoop with us from now on!"
"Has Natalie visited RK Corporation?"
"Are Mr. Windsor and Natalie even more stunning in person than in photos?"
"Have you witnessed the real-life sweetness between them?"
"I heard from an RK Corporation employee that Natalie visited the company, greeted personally by Mr. Windsor's assistant or secretary. Is that true?! Mr. Windsor must really value her, right?!"
"Obviously he does!"
Big Spender: "Visited. Look better than photos. Truly. Valued."
The chat:
"Big Spender must be a cool lady..."
"It's for real! I can taste the sweetness now! Big Spender, I love you!"
"My ship is real! It's an earth-shattering romance!"
Oliver furrowed his brow, a lump of frustration forming in his throat.
He tossed his phone aside, no longer caring to engage.
Big Spender said no more, and the chat continued their own conversations. Employees of big corporations are always busy, so a mysterious, wealthy benefactor like her was understandable. They had to understand!
"Oliver, weren't you working just now?" Natalie asked with a hint of curiosity, glancing at Oliver, who had put down his phone and switched to his computer.
"Uh-huh," Oliver grunted, "What's up?"
Natalie said skeptically, "I just haven't seen you texting much. You always prefer phone calls, don't you?"
Feeling guilty, Oliver shoved his phone into his pocket, dreading the possibility of Natalie getting ahold of it and discovering that he had joined that Telegram group.
Not only had he joined, but he had also spent $100,000 for the title of "Big Spender."
His membership was above board, but... it still wasn't quite the right time to let others in on it.
"Aren't you curious about what I'm doing on my phone?" Oliver waited for Natalie to continue the conversation.
Her attention had returned to the documentary, and she casually said, "That's your business."
Oliver glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "You aren't worried I'm chatting with another woman?"
The bodyguards shuddered at his words. If not for their rigorous training, they would have been visibly shocked. The boss's words sounded like a young lover's complaint about a girlfriend who didn't care enough.
Somewhat confused but good-natured, Natalie played along, "Are you chatting with another woman?"
"...No," Oliver said, his face cold and clearly upset. She didn't seem to have any real intent of questioning him!
"I don't think you would," Natalie replied. "You're too busy with RK Group's dealings. Even with Charles and Jamie taking the lead roles, and now with the partnership with the Richard family due to Leonard's situation... You must be swamped."
Oliver, who had just been browsing the group chat, fell silent.
The bodyguard in the passenger seat took a quiet glance at Natalie, thinking to himself, “Not really, the boss was just slacking off.”
They hadn't finished the documentary when they arrived at the new destination.
Their lodging was a small upscale resort nestled in the mountains, with quaint cluster-style cabins. Each couple or pair occupied a cabin, which, despite its size, lacked nothing and offered a scenic backdrop by the hills and water—a truly enjoyable setting.
The teams who ended the last round of the game in the bottom three found their cabins devoid of Wi-Fi, with no signal, and only a queen-sized bed. They were complaining about heartless grandparents while simultaneously scrounging around for a friend to bunk with.
Natalie directed the staff to place their luggage in the rooms.
Meanwhile, Oliver coordinated with his bodyguards to ensure the arrangements for the security team sent by the Windsor family.
This process was essentially an exchange of information. The assigned bodyguards were tasked not only with protecting the young masters and mistresses but also with keeping a close watch on them.
Taking advantage of the others being preoccupied, Casey knocked on the door of the cabin, her hands discreetly carrying freshly cut fruit as a cover, pretending to be just a server delivering the goods.
Natalie waved her in, skillfully dodging Oliver's bodyguard who had been left behind to keep guard.
"Casey, it's just us. No need to be so formal," Natalie gestured to a chair. "Take a seat."
"Thank you, Miss Watson," Standing ramrod straight, Casey replied before starting her report. "You should keep an eye on Susan. I've noticed she's been making private contacts. Her actions are quite covert, though; so far, I'm not sure who she’s reaching out to or what she’s scheming."
"Alright."
Natalie gave a warm hug to the girl in front of her, who appeared to be around her age. "Thank you, Casey."
Casey stiffened slightly, unaccustomed to such an intimate gesture, yet not resistant – in fact, she felt a trace of... delight.
"Miss Watson, you're my employer. It's what I should do. No need for thanks."
"Still, I want to say it. Not everyone would do so much for their employer." Natalie suddenly focused, her gaze landing on Casey's hand. "What happened to your hand?"
Casey had a two-and-a-half-inch long gash on the back of her hand. She had acquired it while gathering information on Susan, trying to stay under cover.
"It's nothing, just a little accident."
Natalie opened her suitcase, rummaged through it, and pulled out a first-aid kit, coaxing Casey to sit. "Here, let me take care of it."
"Miss Watson, you don't need to bother..."
"I insist."
The first-aid kit, prepared by the organizers, was enhanced by Natalie with extra items to treat wounds and prevent scarring.
Although Casey's wound had stopped bleeding, it hadn't been cleaned properly.
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