Chapter 803 Becoming More Skilled at Throwing a Tantrum
"Hahaha! Did you hear what she said?"
"Hahaha! Susan, you're clearly a murderer!"
"Can the Hastings family compete with the Windsor family? Don't think we're unaware of whom you offended to end up in prison."
"Why are you talking nonsense? Go and clean up the mess in the toilet. Who do you think you are?"
"You're nothing but a prisoner now!"
While speaking, a middle-aged woman, whose face was lined with wrinkles, kicked Susan toward the side of the toilet. She was serving a life sentence after causing her husband to be paralyzed, so she did not fear offending anyone.
Susan gritted her teeth and walked reluctantly toward the toilet. When she entered, a strong odor assaulted her senses.
The toilet bowl overflowed with waste.
"Hahaha!"
Loud laughter echoed from outside the toilet.
This humiliating task was their way of tormenting Susan deliberately!
Tears blurred Susan's vision as her nose tingled from the stench. She was outnumbered and had no way to resist. Furthermore, the police would not intervene in such 'minor disputes'.
They had mentioned the Windsor family earlier. Susan wondered if it was because she refused to cooperate with the bone marrow match, leading Oliver to use such crude methods to pressure her into compliance?
'He can keep dreaming. I won't give in that easily! Does he really care that much about Natalie?'
…
To create an opportunity to call her family, Susan had deliberately made herself ill for two days.
"Mommy."
As Susan spoke, her voice broke with emotions.
Helen, not having heard her daughter's voice in so long, burst into tears immediately. "Susan, my daughter, you finally called me. I missed you so much!"
"Mommy, I have limited time to talk, and I want to tell you something," Helen said.
"Tell me, tell me, I'm listening!" Helen said eagerly.
If Helen could see Susan's expression at this moment, she would notice that there was no trace of sadness on Susan's face. Instead, it was marked by indifference and coldness.
"Find an opportunity to contact Natalie and deliver some good news to her," Helen instructed.
…
On the eve of the Supermodel finals, Natalie moved back to the Moon Hotel.
This time, she would also be walking down the runway, but as the closing model. This meant she needed to rehearse the day before and had another rehearsal on the morning of the competition. Then, she would do her makeup in the afternoon and perform in the evening. The entire process kept her busy.
Natalie was accustomed to this hectic pace. Last year, when she walked during Paris Fashion Week, even the tight schedules of the shows did not overwhelm her, let alone this simple runway show.
"Natalie, I noticed you've been wearing flats. Are your feet injured? This outfit requires high heels. Can you handle it?" The stylist approached Natalie for final confirmation.
"If you can't wear high heels, why bother being a model? Go back to being a rich housewife!" Nola said derisively, venting her anger from the humiliation she faced from the Norton family.
Nola knew that she could never be with Oliver now, but that did not stop her from taunting Natalie. In fact, she hated Natalie even more! In her opinion, it was because of Natalie that she was humiliated in front of everyone that night!
Natalie did not even glance at Nola, as if Nola was invisible, and directly answered the stylist, "I can wear high heels, no problem."
…
During rehearsal, Natalie walked on stage in high heels and the show outfit. She marched to the beat of the music, closing the show. Except for the music, the entire venue was silent, and admiration filled everyone's hearts.
"Natalie, I'm glad I went first. Otherwise, you would have outshone me. You're too impressive!" Cocker sincerely exclaimed, "Although my value is higher now, I'm sure your value will surpass mine soon, considering how long you retired."
Cocker's words were genuine, not flattery or false modesty. They were delivered from the heart, filled with admiration and respect.
"Rose, you're so unlucky to walk before Natalie. I pity you," a companion consoled Rose, patting her on the shoulder with sympathy.
Rose clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes brimming with discontent.
The last two shows had been scored. Due to her underperformance in the previous show, she had fallen behind in the rankings. Now, her show was scheduled right before Natalie's.
Previously, Rose had believed that Natalie could not live up to her current industry status and value. However, at this moment, she had to admit that Natalie's professional level was exceedingly high, and her presence was commanding. Rose, positioned right before Natalie, felt all her flaws were magnified in comparison! This felt profoundly unfair to her!
…
When the rehearsal concluded, Natalie returned to the suite where Oliver had already showered, wearing only his usual robe.
"Were you wearing high heels earlier?" Oliver inquired.
"Yes."
Natalie could not discern his mood, and she did not bother to ask how he knew about her footwear choice. It was rare for models not to wear high heels on the runway.
"Don't your legs hurt?" Oliver set aside his files and fixed his gaze on her.
"This is my job," Natalie walked over and hooked his hand, trying to lighten the mood as she said, "Oliver, I'll only wear them during rehearsals and tomorrow's show, so it shouldn't affect my legs too much."
She was clearly trying to appease him.
"You're getting better and better at acting cute," Oliver remarked with a quick sweep of his gaze from her abdomen, pulling her hand to make her sit on his lap.
He buried his face affectionately in the crook of her neck and took two deep breaths.
"What's wrong with you?" Natalie reached back to touch his hair. It had just been washed and was still damp, but it was soft to the touch.
"I'm wondering how much longer this ascetic life of mine will last," he murmured.
Natalie burst out laughing but quickly sobered up when she caught a warning look from Oliver.
"It's almost over!" she quickly reassured the man who had been by her side for almost two months, "Tomorrow, the competition will be over."
That was what she had promised him after the Supermodel competition was completely over.
Oliver chuckled mysteriously, and Natalie sensed a hint of discontent in him. She thought he was bothered by having to wait until tomorrow instead of today.
Oliver buried his face in Natalie's neck again, his thoughts turning to how much longer he could keep Natalie's pregnancy a secret.
'There will be not only morning sickness but also the baby bump. How should I explain myself? When should I tell her about it?'
…
Natalie was going to go on stage tomorrow, and Lilian had already returned to the hotel from the Norton family.
Remembering she had some work details to discuss with Lilian, Natalie excused herself for a moment.
"Mr. Sid, I'm here."
As Natalie stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner, she heard a familiar voice.
A slender woman in a silk camisole dress walked into a suite. At that moment of entering the room, the woman—Rose—turned her head as if she sensed something and locked eyes with Natalie.
Innes had previously pursued Natalie, and she knew that the middle-aged man had a chaotic personal life. However, Rose seemed to willingly engage in a relationship with him, perhaps even offering herself.
Choosing not to dwell on such consensual matters, Natalie proceeded to knock on Lilian’s door.
As an assistant, Lilian was supposed to live in a standard room downstairs. However, she never settled for less and had paid extra to upgrade to a suite.
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