From Divorce To Dominance

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Tessa tweeted: [Thank you all for your love! Natalie is amazing too. Every dancer deserves respect. It's time for bed now. Good night, everyone!] Below the tweet, there was a stunning photo of her on stage, gracefully dancing in a black dress. Her flawless figure was on full display, and her elegant movements were both s**y and enchanting. The play of light and shadow enhanced the scene perfectly, making her look b breathtaking. JOh my gosh! Tessa is so beautiful!}

[Listen to her, everyone. Go to sleep and stop arguing.

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fans are just like her. Natalie hasn't responded yet. I guess she's holding a grudge right now. Natalie has a s always been so rude. I have no idea what her fans see in her. Natalie is someone we can't afford to mess with

The two groups of fans, along with a bunch of casual onlookers, barely took a break before they dove right back into their new round of fights.

In just two hours, , her follower count tshot up by two million. She She'd

The public opinion was already leaning in favor of Tessa. After she posted her tweet encouraging fans to chill out, more praise for her started pouring in. Not only was her dancing being raved about, but people were also calling her well-educated and elegant. The blue light from her computer screen reflected Tessa's I beaming smile. I gotten a ton of new fans. With excitement buzzing in her veins. Tessa just couldn't sleep. She was worried that if she did, Natalie might seize the moment and post something that would turn things around. It was like Natalie had this strange power; she could pull in fans like magic and somehow turn haters into loyal supporters. Tessa knew she had to stay focused-there was no way she could let her guard down. With every ounce of energy, she kept her eyes glued to her screen, riding the wave of excitement. To her surprise, throughout the entire night, Natalie didn't post anything. Tessa's eyelids

grew heavy, and she fought to keep them open. Ultimately, she couldn't hold out any longer, letting out a yawn before collapsing onto her bed and drifting off to sleep. 5.30 AM, in the luxurious and tranquil villa, all the se**nts moved quietly, their communication relying solely on sign language. Natalie had not yet risen. The butler gestured commands in sign language, making the early morning busy yet

5:50 AM, the butler led the way to the second floor, followed by a line of maids carrying items for washing, makeup bags, and clothes.

5:59 AM, the butler raised a hand, signaling "ready" The maids waiting outside Natalie's door all put on standard smiles, 6:00 AM, the butler knocked gently on the door and said respectfully, "Esteemed Ms. Xavier, it's time for your wake-up service. Today is Saturday, the weather is sunny with a high of 96°F and a low of 82 F, a light breeze from the south at 5 mph, an air quality index of 54, and humidity of 38%... 6:02 AM. "Come in. Upon hearing the command, the butler carefully turned the doorknob. The maids swiftly entered, lined up neatly, and bowed in unison, "Good morning, Ms. Xavier." Natalie nodded lightly, "Let's get started." The makeup artist and stylist began their work, while the butler stood by to report the day's schedule. "Oh, right, Ms. Xavier, there was one other thing. After you went to bed last night, there was a dispute online between you and Tessa Chapter 26

Natalie's long eyelashes-fluttered slightly. "Who's Tessa?" She glanced over, and the butler immediately understood, handing over a tablet. Once she saw the photo, she finally connected the name to a face. The butler asked for her opinion. "Should we take care of in She She set the tablet aside, speaking lazily, "Let it be for now. I'm bored anyway; let's see her bounce around for a bit

Hearing this, the buler understood completely. Natalie had found herself a new source of entertainment, and he silently moumed for Tessa,

10:00 AM. A flashy white Maserati pulled up in front of Lillian's Restaurant. The attendant stepped forward to open door. His eyes lit up upon seeing Natalie. Suppressing his excitement, he greeted her, "Ms. Xavier, please, this way."

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Lillian's Restaurant was a private dining place nestled in the center of Greton's villa district. The owner was a lady who had studied painting. The interior of the place gave the entire restaurant a strong artistic vibe.

The environment was elegant, with six floors containing only two private rooms on each floor. Each private room above the second had its own staircase leading outdoors, ensuring excellent privacy.

The attendant escorted Natalie to the entrance to the third-floor private room. Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open from the inside.

Christian glared at Natalie, frustration boiling over. "What took you so long? What kind of master waits for their disciple?"

Natalie shrugged,

defending herself. "It's because you came early, Mr. Graham."

"Enough with the excuses." Christian shot her a disapproving look. "Get inside. I need to talk to you."

Meanwhile, at at the end of the long hallway, two people stood watching Vivian pressed her hand to her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. "Is that Ms. Xavier? What a coincidence to see her here." Darren stopped looking at his phone and glanced over. As he laid eyes on her, he froze. Natalie's figure was stunning in a soft, blush-pink chiffon dress, making her look like an angel. Her long hair fell in waves down her back, swirling gently with each movement, and she wearing a a charming smile.

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Just a step away, a man stood in front of her. He was tall, and his back was a pleasant sight. Darren's expression darkened. Vivian leaned in, her curiosity bubbling. "Is that guy her boyfriend?" Just as she spoke, the man turned around, revealing himself to be an old man. Vivian quickly cleared her throat, embarrassment creeping in. "Uh, never mind. Must be a relative. They seem really close, though Lucky them."

A relative? More like her sugar daddy. So that's why she was dressed up today-just to impress him. When I first heard rumors about Natalie having a sugar daddy, I didn't believe it. But now, I've seen it with my own eyes. How can she smile like that at someone else when she acted cold towards me? Darren thought bitterly. Darren's eyes grew icy, and his lips pressed together as tension filled the air around him.

Vivian seemed unaware of his mood. She cheerfully linked her arm with his. "Darren, should we go s...

"Are you bored or something?" he shot back, glancing at her before heading into the room Vivian let go of his arm, frowning a bit but deciding not to push it,

She quickly grabbed her phone and called Hannah. "Hey, I booked a private room at Lillian's. Can you get all the newly successful contestants together? I want to send my congratulations."

The news about Natalie's sugar daddy has to be spread, but she wasn't going to take the heat for it. After hanging up, she joined Darren in the room.

Darren was already ordering food, but his mood was still off. As they ate, Vivian chattered away, but he barely paid her any attention. He had invited her out to apologize for ditching her the night before, yet he sat there with a grim look, creating a

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cold atmosphere. They finished their meal in a hurry-barely an hour-before Darren stood up. "I have things to handle, he said, leaving the table.

Sitting in the car, images of Natalie smiling sweetly at that old man kept flashing in his mind, making him more frustrated. She would frown at me but turn into a flirty princess when she's with someone elsel The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Before he could stop himself, he found himself dialing Natalie's number, ready to give her a good scolding.