Chapter 689 A Cold Shower of Dog Food
The host of the "Reminisce" segment had been in the business for fourteen years but today faced the biggest hurdle of her career.
Throughout the second half of Oliver's interview, she was emotionally split between "Who am I? Where am I? But I still want to hear the gossip" and her stubborn professionalism, and the presence of the camera helped her maintain a calm exterior.
After the live interview, the team personally escorted Oliver out.
"Mr. Windsor, about what you said on the show..." The director hesitated, struggling to find the right words, fearful of Oliver's impatience, and decided to ask directly, "Was it true?"
Oliver glanced at him, and after a brief pause, asked, "How did you even become a director?"
The director was perplexed. Why did he see what appeared to be... disdain in Mr. Windsor's eyes? Had he somehow offended Mr. Windsor?
Charles was already waiting outside the studio, ready to escort Oliver to the next business negotiation as soon as he was off the program.
"Sir, are you upset?" said Charles quickly after giving his work report and inquiring about Oliver's mood.
From a logical standpoint, Oliver had recently appeared on the show and essentially debunked his own assertion of being the secret husband. One would expect him to be pleased, wouldn't you agree?
Oliver's face was cool and detached as he said, "That director can't capture the nuances of life, can't guess what's on the minds of those who rise to the top, and on top of that, he's got a receding hairline—a bald pate—how did he get promoted?"
Any director with clear eyesight and a sharp mind wouldn't ask such a foolish question as "Is it true?".
If it's not real, why is he even here today? To crack jokes?
Charles was at a loss for words.
It's understandable if you're critical of someone's work performance, but it's quite another thing to take issue with their receeding hairline.
Why would anyone choose to be bald?
"Where's my wife?" Oliver asked, glancing at the contract he was about to discuss.
The contract was a stock acquisition deal for a leading fashion company that Oliver and Arthur worked on together, with RK Group as party A. There wasn't much to negotiate. All that was needed was to exert pressure on party B at the negotiation table and then sign the document.
"Mrs. Windsor took Miss Jane and Flora Lee out with the little lady for some fun. They just had lunch and should be at the park by now," explained Charles, "She probably doesn't even know about the livestream tonight."
Oliver had arranged for bodyguards to keep tabs on Natalie, making it easy to track her whereabouts.
"Flora Lee?" Oliver paused.
"It's Miss Flora Lee," Charles clarified.
Since Mr. Liam always referred to her that way, Charles did too. And despite Miss Lee's formidable performance at the last fashion show, it was clear to anyone paying attention that Arthur intended to remain entangled with Miss Lee.
If Arthur had truly been trying to let go, Flora Lee wouldn't still be walking around freely, hand in hand with her beloved daughter. Returning the little lady was simply Arthur's temporary measure.
"Don't call her that carelessly," Oliver said sternly.
"Ah? Should I call her 'Lady' if she's married?"
How could it be that he, who was legally protected by a marriage license, couldn't publicly address Natalie as "my wife," while Arthur, who had no such claim to her, could?
Preposterous!
Of the two involved, one was oblivious to this matter, and the other couldn't care less about the aftermath of his action.
Meanwhile, the internet was abuzz with comments being posted online.
[I have a feeling Natalie is going to trend on social media again.]
[She already is. Star alert!]
[Mr. Windsor with a 'royal challenge' look on his face, as if to say, 'Has a mere mask concealed my glorious beauty and the majestic aura of my character?' I can't stop laughing!]
[I wonder if Mr. Windsor will secretly brooded in a corner after seeing all the identity speculation, without anyone accurately guessing that it was him. Hilarious!]
[There's a reasonable suspicion that Mr. Windsor joined the show just to prove something about his own identity...]
Fans of Natalie couldn't help but feel envious as they were smacked in the face with the luxurious Michelin-star caliber of public displays of affection. They tirelessly clamored that the concept of Natalie being cast aside by the elite was simply inconceivable.
Natalie Oliver's shipping fandom was ready and waiting to support her with full force!
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