Chapter 15 

Natalie had been soaking in the bath for half an hour when her beautician from Beautyou showed up with two assistants. With her popularity skyrocketing and Twitter buzzing, they knew her the moment they saw her, and their excitement went into overdrive. 

“You must be Queen Natalie! We’re huge fans!” 

“Wow! Your skin is fantastic, your figure is out of this world, and you’re way more stunning in real life! A hundred times better than on TV” 

“With your looks, you could totally steal the spotlight from anyone in Hollywood! Ms. Xavier, I’m your biggest fan.” 

“Are you going to be on the live stream tomorrow? You have to be there! I could watch you just standing there all day.” 

The Beautyou team was full of chatterboxes, and even the assistants were full of praise. Throughout the spa treatment, Natalie grinned and giggled at their flattery. When it was over, she waved her hand and gave them a generous tip. 

As they were leaving, one of them said, “Ms. Xavier, your Twitter followers just hit ten million. Any treats for your fans?” 

Natalie was all about fan treats. When her TikTok followers hit five million, her fans had asked for a face reveal video as a reward. But before she could do that, she got invited to join the Sweet Love show. 

Now, with ten million Twitter followers, it was time to give back. After a moment’s thought, Natalie nodded. “Sure, something out. Keep an eye on my Twitter!” 

I’ll sort 

The beauticians were smitten by her smile, leaving them a bit starstruck. They felt like they were on cloud nine as they headed to their car. It wasn’t until their phones buzzed with notifications that they snapped out of it. 

One excited assistant blurted something out, but when she checked Twitter, her excitement vanished. 

The beautician asked, “What did she post? You look shocked.” Then she read the tweet and rubbed her eyes. “Am I seeing this wrong?” 

“You’re not,” another assistant said, her jaw dropping. “She’s giving away money for her ten million follower milestone!” 

[Queen Natalie: We just hit ten million fans! To celebrate, I’m doing a cash giveaway! Follow, retweet, and comment on this post. At midnight tonight, I’ll pick 10 lucky followers to split 3 million dollars! PS: If you troll me with negative comments, you’re out. I’m rich, but I’m not crazy.] 

Ten people splitting 3 million means one person gets 300 thousand dollars! That was insane! It was 5 PM now, were seven hours left until the winners were picked. Contestants have seven hours to maybe change their lives, 

Comments are pouring in, and Twitter’s crashing as everyone rushes to refresh the page. 

[Out of the blue, 300 thousand dollars! Mom, look at me! Mom, love you! Mom, mom, mom!] 

[Ms. Xavier is so to the point. She gets it. I’m rich, but not crazy love that!] 

[Praying! Bless me!] 

[I’ve seen a lot of generous folks on Twitter, but this is the first time seeing a real money boss.] 

[You haters keep hating if you’re brave, don’t spread lies, and don’t retweet this] 

What’s the point of winning? I just want to see if she can actual give away that 3 million! Don’t just talk big!! 

Trou really believe that stuff you just wrote!] 

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Fans are going wild, calling this day “Apology Day,” “Ms. Xavier Day,” and “God of Wealth Day.” In less than half an hour after posting. Natalie’s comments hit a new record, and her follower count was skyrocketing past top celebrities. 

Meanwhile, in the Luther Group’s office, Darren, who just got hang up on by Natalie, kept refreshing Twitter. He thought she’d want to talk, but instead, she got big brands backing her up 

Darren despised, ‘It looks like she’s been rolling in luxury and lying the high life since the divorce. I wouldn’t blink twice if she’s already burned through that billion on her over–the–top lifestyle. When she was hitched to me, she played the sweet and simple role, perfect for a homebody. But now that they’re history, it seems like she’s ditched that act quicker than a hot potato. At this pace, that billion won’t go the distance. 

It’s not like she’s a real rich person; she just wants to shock everyone with a cash giveaway, starting at 3 million dollars. A few compliments online, and she’s lost her head, forgetting where she came from. Who does she think she is, playing the big shot? 

Darren clenches his expensive pen, his hand veins bulging. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Mr. Luther, Ms. Xavier comeback was sharp. Public opinion has totally turned in her favor. It’ll be tough to get her off the show; with this hype, the director will treat her like a queen.” 

“Trust me, I know what you’re going to say.” Darren shoots a look at Tony and tosses his pen. He leans back. “Her life seems pretty fancy lately, all designer clothes. That 30 million is probably running low. You really think she can come up with another 3 million?” 

If she could’t, he would have a field day teasing her when she came begging. 

“Uh…” Tony felt he needed to set the record straight. “Mr. Luther that paid video of Ms. Xavier on TikTok hit six million views. It’s only 30 cent to watch, but that adds up. Plus, there are thirty thousand downloads at 3 dollars each. So that one video is close to making 3 million dollars.” 

“Really?” Darren’s expression changed slightly. 

“Absolutely. Tony adimired her hustle. “Ms. Xavier is turning views into cash like a pro.” 

Darren scoffed, but his mood lightened. Then, Henry called. 

“About Nat’s situation, you handled it quickly. As for the president position–just keep it for now. Oh, and I haven’t seen Nat in a while. Invite her over to the house. I think she has a livestream tomorrow. After that, have her come right over, Henry said directly. 

Every time Henry called, it felt more like orders than a chat. When he finished, the call ended abruptly. 

Darren felt a mix of annoyance and curiosity about his real place in the family. Sighing, he called Natalie. It was not what he wanted; it was more like something Henry pushed him to do. After all, as an engaged man, he’d rather not deal with his ex. 

But when he called, she hung up on him. He tried a few more times, but it was the same. “Bad signal?” Darren frowned–and muttered, “Or is my phone broken?” 

Tony, nearby, noticed the confusion. Seeing his boss’s puzzled look, he hesitated before saying, “Mr. Luther, could it be… that Ms. Xavier might have blocked you?” 

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