At her words, Victoria looked around in shock, frantically trying to locate the source of the voice. The panic on her face was broadcast for all to sec.
“Nonsense! That’s absolute nonsense! Don’t listen to her!” she stammered, her voice high and strained. “This hairpin was a gift from my grandmother! Director, where’s the director? Cut off the call!”
She was in a complete panic, but the director, seeing the show’s ratings skyrocket, made no move to disconnect the call. He simply left the phone on the table.
The host, trying to regain control of the chaotic scene, finally spoke. “Miss, if you’re going to claim this hairpin is yours, you’ll have to provide some proof. You can’t just accuse someone without evidence.”
“There is a small ‘N‘ engraved on the back of the hairpin,” Natalie’s disguised voice said calmly. “It’s the first initial of my name. If you don’t believe me, you can have the experts on site examine it with a magnifying glass.”
Another wave of shock went through the studio.
“An ‘N‘?” Victoria shrieked. “What ‘N‘? I’ve had this hairpin for years, there’s no letter on it! Stop making things up!”
Natalie watched the screen, a cool smile on her lips as Victoria’s expression grew darker and more desperate.
“I ask that the experts please take a look,” she said, her voice clear and firm.
With the situation spiraling out of control, the host had no choice but to bring the two on–site appraisers onto the stage. They took the hairpin and examined it carefully.
“There is indeed a letter ‘N‘ here,” one of them announced after a moment. “It’s very small, impossible to see with the naked eye. You can only make it out with a magnifying glass.”
The expert’s confirmation sent the studio into an uproar.
“Oh my god! So she really did steal it?”
“It couldn’t have been stolen. It must have been obtained through other means.”
“But even so, it couldn’t have been anything honorable! That’s disgusting!”
Victoria Obtains Priceless Heirloom Through Illicit Means.
The story was already a top trending topic.
“Well, that’s that,” Lucy said, showing Natalie the screen. “It’s been less than ten minutes, and it’s already blown up. Unless some bigger scandal breaks, her career is going to take a major hit.”
A thin, cold smile touched Natalie’s lips. “She brought this on herself.”
“Damn it,” Lucy’s friend suddenly swore from the other side of the table. “They got the computer, too.”
She tried to fight back, but the attacker was too fast. The screen filled with the tell–tale signs of a trojan horse virus.
Lucy stood and went over to her. “Don’t worry about it,” she said calmly. “We’ll buy you a new one.”
“Don’t be silly,” her friend said with a warm smile. “What’s a computer between friends?”

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