It was one shockwave after the other for the netizens. It seemed like there was neverending drama, making it feel like a soap opera. On top of that, the plot twist had turned things around yet again too quickly! Some were still out of the loop, trying to figure out what happened. The post that had them reeling had been uploaded by a netizen named @IExposeYou—such a simple and blunt, yet infuriating username. They had almost 10 million followers and were known for their sharp tongue. Many didn't mind their sharp tongue because they were still reasonable and humorous. And most importantly, all the information @IExposeYou had leaked was 99.9% accurate. Whenever there was any inaccurate gossip, they would step out and clarify things. Plus, they were also an avid food lover. Aside from the juicy gossip, they also shared a lot of gourmet recommendations and photos. Yet, for many years, no one had found out their true identity or gender. @IExposeYou had posted two Twitter posts t
The netizens continued to voice out their opinions. "Dayum, that's some juicy gossip right here. It's even a trilogy! Very nice! It'll definitely be the most memorable moment of the year!" "*covers face* ohmigosh, this is the fastest plot twist in history, just like rocket speed!" "Where are all the gossipers now? Weren't they just talking mad shit about this? Why are they silent all of a sudden?" "Boy, what drama! All of you @Sabreee's fans have nothing to say now, huh?" "This is my first time listening to a synthesized recording. Wow, the more you know." "Where's @StarofJustice? Has he gone into hiding after getting exposed?" "Don't tell me @StarofJustice was acting under someone's orders?""A trash like them isn't worthy of the name 'Justice'. They better get their username changed quickly. Stop insulting the Alvian language!" All the netizens swarmed to @StarofJustice's Twitter account to post their opinions, only to realize @StarofJustice had turned off their com
Harold looked at the photo of a man's side profile he'd just received, his eyes filled with surprise. He recognized the man in the photo as the one who'd been beside Lucille, even though it was just a side profile. He'd also received a message along with the photo. "This side profile is the only photo I have. It's a premium edition. Don't you dare send it to someone else! He doesn't allow anyone to keep any private photos of him. So please, I still want to live longer!" Harold felt like his brain had stopped functioning. He couldn't believe a celestial prodigy like Spencer would be with Lucille. It was simply unimaginable. At the same time, he also felt a sense of danger; Spencer wasn't someone he should provoke. Coincidentally, Sabrina called Harold just then. He glanced at his phone, having no intention of answering the call. At the Johnson residence, Sabrina looked at the unanswered phone in concern. "Mom, Harry didn't answer my call." Ivy pondered for a second. "He's p
Sabrina timidly lowered her head, making it impossible for Horace to speak harshly. After all, she was his precious granddaughter. Yet, he still asked every single question that needed to be asked. "The,n what's with the trending topic on Twitter today? How did you suddenly get involved in a plagiarism incident? And what's with that voice recording?" Of course, Sabrina already knew how to deal with them. All she had to do was keep denying it. After all, no one knew she'd done it, even the person who had leaked the news. "I don't know either, Grandpa. It was already on the top trending tropics when I found out." Horace looked at Sabrina's sincere expression and deduced that she was genuinely out of the loop. He then posed another probing question. "Can you explain about the plagiarism incident? Tell me. Who plagiarised who?" Sabrina kept her head down, a trace of malice flickering in her eyes. But her expression shifted to a vulnerable and aggrieved one when she looked up.
Spencer had indeed been surprised by Lucille's identity as White Chamomile. He'd personally called Brian for help, but he'd never thought he'd find out about Lucille's secret identity. "How did you know that old geezer, Brian Olsen?" Lucille gazed at Spencer in confusion after listening to his explanation. Spencer earnestly replied, "JM Corporation provides funding to the National Piano Association every year. So, we have this connection." Lucille said nothing. He was quite the capitalist, wasn't he? "But how did you find out about my connection with the National Piano Association?" This was what Lucille found most puzzling. If Spencer hadn't made this connection, he wouldn't have contacted Brian. Spencer coughed awkwardly. "I… um… found a music score and the association's badge in your room."Lucille fell silent again. Even though Spencer had moved in with her, she hadn't bothered to tidy up her stuff.Suddenly, she asked inquisitively, "Have you never suspected I plagiari
Spencer smiled when he heard Lucille say that she'd never leave him. "You said it. Don't you dare to leave me. Regardless of what happens, you can't leave me. Even if you try to leave me, I will never let you go." Spencer put extra emphasis on the last sentence. He cherished Lucille too much to let her leave him. Before she realized it, he gently lifted her chin with his fingers. She closed her eyes, meeting her lips his. Spencer had one hand holding tightly on Lucille's thin waist, preventing her from struggling, while the other hand cradled behind her neck. Their tongues met and wrestled as they kissed passionately."You'll always be my wife. Got it, Mrs. Layton?" Feeling slightly out of breath, Spencer assertively declared his dominance with his forehead pressed against Lucille's.Lucille was weak and in a daze from Spencer's domineering kiss. Her mind was a mess, too. She instinctively nodded and grunted without putting any thought into the question.Their eyes were fill
"Why did you come out by yourself?" Lucille asked Jonathan, feeling relieved as she saw he was safe and sound, not a scratch on him.As Spencer approached them, Jonathan sensed an overwhelming air of hostility getting closer. He felt a sudden chill and shivered.Lucille thought Jonathan was cold from being outside, considering he only wore a T-shirt and a windbreaker, and felt his fairly thin clothes.Lucille worriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you cold?" Seeing his wife groping another man, Spencer pressed his lips and asked mockingly, "What cold? The sun is bright today." Jonathan turned to look at Spencer. His first instinct told him Spencer was cold. Lucille also turned to look at Spencer in confusion, feeling something weird about what he'd said. Spencer then pulled Lucille toward him, causing her hands, which had been holding Jonathan, to let go. Jonathan was stunned when he saw Spencer pull his sister away. He blinked his innocent eyes and glanced at Spencer. This w
Seeing the security guard approach them, Jonathan felt scared and subconsciously held Lucille's arm as he hid behind her. At this moment, Lucille was surrounded by two men, both towering at nearly six feet. She softly said to the security, "Yes, he's my brother." The security replied, "I see! So, he's your brother, Ms. Johnson. I saw him crouching here for almost half an hour, and he didn't say anything when we questioned him. If I'd known that he's your brother, I would've let him in." "I'm sorry. My brother is quite shy with strangers. But thank you!" The security guard waved his hand. "Don't sweat it! We didn't do anything. Since you're here, everything is fine now." Spencer eyed Jonathan up and down with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. In the apartment, Lucille went out to the balcony to give Brian a call. She informed him that she'd found Jonathan and told him not to worry as Jonathan would temporarily be staying with her. Spencer and Jonathan were seated across f