"Hey, genius, check the internet! Soone has stolen your identity. That freshman at Tsinghua University, Nathalie Quinlan, pretended to be you at the school anniversary and even took first place."
"Sweetie, don’t worry. Mom saw the Tsinghua University anniversary rankings, haha, what a shaless so-called prestigious university of a hundred years! Do they think no one can see through their pathetic bootlicking of that Master Norton? He’s nothing but an old-tir fluffing cotton, yet dares to call himself a master. At his age, he still shalessly helps his disciple cheat. Don’t worry, we’re definitely going to demand justice for you and make the school issue an apology!"
A private ssage popped up below.
Leonardy Zachmann had seen this private ssage ID before. Caryn Zachmann had ntioned it to him when she talked about her fan managent group on Twitter and the group mbers.
This ID, "Gentle Breeze," stood out in his mory because Caryn had told him that this mber also got into Tsinghua, studying clinical dicine, essentially her junior schoolmate.
If the previous private ssages could still be considered sowhat polite and clean...
Then this ID’s private ssages were filled with expletives.
The insults were as vile as they could get, even involving body parts. After a barrage of abuse aid at Nathalie Quinlan, the ssages transitioned into comforting Caryn.
"Senior, rest assured, your fans have already blown up the school’s official website. The school can’t keep protecting them without saying a word."
"Nathalie Quinlan is definitely going to co out and apologize! First place still belongs to us."
The latest private ssage from this person was sent an hour ago.
"Senior, what’s your second brother saying online? Why is he saying Nathalie is the owner of the Light Chaser account? You’re clearly Light Chaser!"
"Quickly log in!"
"Senior, post on Twitter to clarify that you’re the real Light Chaser! I’ve seen tons of fans pointing out that your second brother is trying to protect Nathalie’s reputation, and they’re still cursing that girl. Serves her right!"
The Twitter account had many more private ssages popping up.
Leonardy didn’t have the courage to keep reading. Shock, guilt, and a mix of other overwhelming emotions stirred into a whirlwind of negativity inside him.
He handed the phone to Mr. Zachmann. "Dad, take a look."
Feeling as though he couldn’t face Nathalie, he loosened his tie and walked over to Caryn Zachmann, who was clenching her hands tightly, standing smugly but clearly with a sense of grievance.
"Dad?" Caryn’s gaze flickered, and she instinctively took a step back.
Leonardy didn’t give her the chance. Raising his hand, he delivered a resounding slap—
The slap rang out loudly!
Leonardy’s face darkened. He had struck with great force, leaving Caryn’s face turned to the side, her tied-up hair loosened and falling across her face. She was dumbfounded by the blow.
"What are you doing?!" Celine Tucker rushed forward, shielding Caryn with the ferocity of a hen guarding her chick, raising her head with reddened eyes. "Are you out of your mind?"
Leonardy had never worn such a cold, bitter expression before. He stared fiercely at the girl hiding behind Celine, leaving behind only one sentence: "Disgrace! You’re no daughter of mine!"
"Leonardy Zachmann, are you crazy?!" Celine, embarrassed in front of everyone, couldn’t back down, adopting her usual haughty deanor from their marital interactions.
But this ti, Leonardy didn’t indulge her unconditionally. His eyes burned with rage, clearly struggling to reign in his emotions. Pointing at Caryn, he roared furiously, "Didn’t you look at Nathalie’s phone? Do you think I hit her for no reason? Isn’t the reason obvious enough?"
"..."
Celine’s heart sank. Her pulse raced as she tried to block him, preventing him from saying any more.
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