From Divorce To Dominance

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His shorts were black, only revealing the thin edge.

Natalie was eagerly scrolling down when the photo abruptly ended there. There was nothing more.

She furrowed her delicate brows slightly but then lazily relaxed them. Great. The greasy guy was a master of flirting, well-versed in the art of subtlety.

This kind of mysterious yet revealing ambiguity was much more sophisticated than blatant seduction.

He had a perfect grasp of the line, neither vulgar nor crude, irresistibly alluring.

Natalie chuckled, realizing she had met her match. [Queen Natalie: I'm not worried about those little popularity.]

A reply came quickly. [Lift Weights for an Hour Every Day: Sweetie, I'm not the casual type.]

[Queen Natalie: Oh?]

[Lift Weights for an Hour Every Day: Only my wife gets to see what's below. If you look at it, you'll have to take responsibility.] Natalie's eyelids twitched. She'd better not get involved in this. Just one picture, and he wanted her to marry him. That was way too scary.

She had just managed to get away from Darren. She was enjoying her envy-worthy single life. No way was she falling for another man so soon. Responsibility was the last thing she wanted.

Natalie thought, 'I can't mess with this greasy man too often. He actually wants me to take responsibility. That is way too much. Isn't this like digging a trap for me? How can I give up the entire forest for this one tree?' Natalie quickly gathered her thoughts. Feeling like it was such a narrow escape, she replied to the message. [Queen Natalie: No, no, no. A man's chastity is his best dowry. You'd better leave it for your wife.]

With that, she was afraid that he would send another message. So she quickly added one sentence. [Queen Natalie: I'm going to take a shower.]

Natalie thought, 'What a joke. One picture and he thought I would agree to be his wife? Because of his face? Because of his sweet talk?'

After replying, Natalie muted the notifications and hid his chat.

After all that, seeing it was about time, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

On the other end, Darren saw Natalie's last message and knew the conversation was over.

He waited for half an hour and sure enough, Natalie didn't reply to bi

again.

So, after sending her a message saying good night, he went back to work. Lately, that hidden force has been targeting the company more often.

It didn't seem like they wanted to bring down the Luther family, they just wanted to mess with him.

All these little schemes really annoyed him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

For the past few days, Darren had been secretly investigating the other party, hoping to give his hidden enemy a surprise.

The next morning, it was Thursday. The show Sweet Love aired just like before, and it was right on schedule.

Because of Natalie and Leon's performance in yesterday's livestream, they topped the trending topic, attracting many viewers to eagerly follow their team. From the start of the show, the comment section was buzzing with discussions, urging the production team to s**ip to their segment.

Everyone wanted to see if Natalie would still be slacking off and not preparing anything.

As per the usual schedule, Natalie and Leon's live stream was scheduled from 11 a.m. to 12 p.m.

As it neared 11 a.m., viewers were discussing, and some even started making bets.

[If you think Natalie is actually preparing, press 1. If you think she's still slacking off, press 2.]

[Do you even have to ask? 22222222!]

What is Natalie planning to perform? Is it Leon playing the saxophone and her dancing alongside?]

Yeah. If it's dancing, Natalie doesn't need any preparation. Her impromptu dance performances are unmatched masterpieces.]

[One dance is fine, but dancing continuously? That's boring. We're getting tired of it.]

Finally, the eagerly awaited 11 a.m. arrived.

Almost at the same time, the cameras in the rooms where Natalie and Leon were turned on.

Netizens widened their eyes, staring at the screen.

When they saw what the two in the camera were doing, they all excitedly started commenting.