All Her Secrets

Chapter 947 Trending

Catherine came out of the lab after finishing work, feeling like everyone around was giving her weird looks.

It seemed like all of her senior brothers and sisters were intentionally avoiding her, even though they didn't interact with her much. But when they saw her, their looks were not like that.

It was like they were purposely hiding something from her. Every time she looked over, they quickly averted their eyes, too scared to make eye contact with her.

They didn't want to talk, and Catherine didn't really care either. She just walked to the office with a cold expression.

When she passed by Marshall's office, she happened to make eye contact with him. As soon as Marshall saw her, he quickly covered his phone on the desk.

The most important thing was Marshall's look at her, which had a hint of guilt for no reason.

So, instead of going straight to her own office like she planned, she turned around and walked into Marshalls office. "Professor, what are you so focused on? What are you looking at so seriously?"

Marshall was holding his phone, smiling awkwardly. "Nothing. Just some news, not your cup of tea. Finished with work?"

This whole changing the subject tactic was so lame. He couldn't just pull a fast one on Catherine like that.

"Oh really? What's the latest political news? Share it with me, too; I'm also interested in learning a thing or two," said Catherine.

Although Marshall was a professor and Catherine's mentor, he listened to Catherine.

Catherine insisted on looking. Although he didn't want to, Marshall still handed over the phone without even daring to hesitate too much. "You asked to look. So, don't smash my phone after looking!"

After reading it, Catherine finally understood why Marshall told her not to smash his phone. The headline in this gossip news was really infuriating and disgusting.

"Billionaire president finds new love, new girlfriend steps into the scene, will the dream of being a high-class wife soon shatter?

"The assistant of the president personally picking up the new girlfriend. The position of Mrs. Duncan is about to change hands!"

The headlines were getting more and more explosive, and the audience below was just watching the drama unfold. In just a few hours, the post reached over a hundred million views, with tens of thousands of comments below.

Not only did the gossip media report this, but even the financial newspapers joined in the fun. With the protagonist of the news being so well-known, the netizens instantly became

excited, and the top three trends were all occupied by the relevant news.

Catherine clicked on the news, checking out the content inside.

There were some pictures that looked like they were taken in the basement of the Duncan Corporation building.

The woman's face wasn't captured. Only her back view was captured. Catherine immediately recognized who she was.

The journalist also got a side shot of Paxton, who was one of the spokespersons for the Duncan Corporation. Basically, when he spoke out, it represented what the big boss, Branden, wanted. He was the special assistant to the president of the Duncan Corporation.

Then, there was a special car for the president of the Duncan Corporation. With just a few vague photos, the media reporters could make up a whole bunch of stories.

Now, everyone on the internet was digging into the background of this new girlfriend of the newly crowned billionaire president, wondering who this lucky girl was.

After reading them coldly, Catherine casually placed the cell phone on Marshall's desk and smirked at him. "Don't worry, Professor. There's just a little bit of pocket money in your pocket. It's not even enough to buy a new phone if it's broken. I'm not that careless. Here you go!

Marshall took it with a big grin and was about to let out a sigh of relief when he heard Catherine's icy, sarcastic voice coming from above. "Professor, this gossip news usually hurts your brain; you better not read them too much. If you read too much, I'm worried it will affect your intelligence."

After Catherine finished speaking, she just walked out of Marshall's office and headed straight to her own office.

It took a while for Marshall to know that Catherine had scolded him in a roundabout way, which made him laugh angrily.

Only this girl dared to treat him like this. If it were someone else, they would have been dragged over for a beating.

As soon as Catherine sat down in the office, she received a call from Ronin.

The moment she picked up the phone, she took the initiative to speak without waiting for the other person. I saw the news. I'm still in the lab!"

Ronin was full of anger but suddenly became speechless and couldn't even say a word.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally spoke up shamefully and asked, "Catherine, how about we find someone to beat up Branden, and then we go grab that woman and throw her to the sharks in the Patrific Ocean, okay?

Originally feeling a bit irritated, Catherine couldn't help but burst out laughing after hearing that.

"Ronin, come on. It's a civilized society now. Plus, are you sure you can give him a good beat

down?' asked Catherine.

After thinking about it carefully, Ronin silently gave up on the idea.

He really couldn't be sure. His combat power was not even half of Catherine's.

It was said that Branden was better than Catherine.

It was very likely that he would be beaten and thrown to feed the sharks, and Catherine

would have to take the trouble of fishing out his corpse.

Just imagine it gave him chills. 'Forget it! Catherine is right. This is a rule of law society. We have to abide by the law,' thought Ronin.

"Catherine, what's your plan for dealing with this?" he asked.

"I have my own plans. I gotta go now!" With that, Catherine hung up the phone without any hesitation.

She was holding her phone, looking at the photos on it. In one of the pictures, the woman's dazzling face with those rosy lips slightly smiling; the half-smile was super attractive.

'The clown dare to perform her tricks in front of me? said Catherine inwardly.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

At the same time, Selene also saw the news.

She smugly looked at her masterpiece, took out her phone, and made a mysterious call." Just keep buying fake accounts for me. We'll make a big fuss out of this."

The voice on the phone sounded old and raspy. "Aren't you worried Branden will hold a grudge against you when he finds out?"

Selene was beaming with pride. "I didn't take those photos. I didn't write those speculations either. It's not my fault at all. It's all on the netizens. Why should I be the one to blame?"

"Alright, as you wish." After the other party agreed, Selene hung up the phone.

With her phone in hand, she had a big smile of victory on her face.

She was dying to know what Catherine's reaction would be when she saw this news. Will she

be freaking out, or will she be furious?' wondered Selena.

She would be happy with eithe

'Just because she's the flancée of Branden, she dares to be so arrogant. I'll have to put a damper on her spirit,' thought Selene.

When Paxton got the message, Branden was still at an international conference.

This meeting was super important. Some chiefs from certain areas were even participating.

He wouldn't dare just barge in.

After the meeting ended, he quickly blocked Branden and reported the situation, "Sir, you're trending again!"

Branden's eyebrows were furrowed, and he had a slightly serious look. What's up?"

Paxton shakily pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Branden. "Sir, when

Miss Miller left today, I arranged for a car to take her. I didn't expect that the journalists who

were lying in wait would take photos, causing all this trouble."

After looking over at it, Branden had a really dark expression. He had no interest in this

boring gossip news at all.

But the bottom line was Catherine couldn't be bothered.

"Get someone to take down the news. Send a lawyer's letter to the media that published the

article, ordered Branden.

Paxton knew Branden was about to clean up this group of clowns, so he quickly got into action. 'Alright, I'll take care of it now!"