Hearing Creamy say that she wanted to hit the rat, Tinge couldn't help but laugh, “I didn't expect you to be as violent as you were.”
Creamylooked up at him, “Because you're here, I have confidence. And I want to knowhow good your combat skillsare.”
Tinge's gaze was burning as his rough fingers slid past Creamy's tender cheeks. A burst of electricity ran through them, makingtheir eyes look deep and serene.
“My dad told me to hang out with you.”Creamy's beautiful eyes flashed gently, and her voice was filled with shyness.
“I'm afraid he will bedisappointed at me for this scandal.”Tinge was truly worried that his future father—in—law would doubt his character.
“My elder brother has told him everything about us. He knows a little about you. Of course, he won't be disappointed.”Creamy pursed her lips and smiled. She did not expect that there were times when Tingewas not confident. Back then, when she first met him, he had a cold expression. At that time, she even felt that he was very conceited.
“I should pay a visit to uncle and aunt at some time.”Tinge said in a low voice.
“There's no hurry. Let's first investigate who is spreading rumors about our relationship behind our backs. I know someone from whom we can get the answer on this matteras quickly as possible.”Creamygot rid of the man's arms, took out her phone and dialed a number.
After she finished the call, she turned around and saw Tinge's curious expression. She explained, “I'm calling my uncle. He runs a large entertainment company and has many media groups under the company. I believe that he will help me find the source of the rumors soon.”
“Ok.”Tinge nodded without any doubt.
Joshua called them at around 3p.m. At that time, Creamy and Tinge had just bought a black carworth millions of dollars. Just as they finished the formalities and were about to return to the hotel, JoshuatoldCreamy a name. It was a woman named Ive.
Creamy frowned. She didn't know this woman at all.
But it was related to her and Tinge's reputation, so she still called the woman.
“Hello, who is it?” The person who answered the phone was a young girl.
“I'm Creamy Wayne. It is you who posted those photos on the Internet, right? Why did you do this?”Creamy questioned the girl in an ice—cold voice.
“Photo? I've never done this. Don't accuse me of what I didn't do.” Upon hearing Creamy's name, the girl was already frightened, but she did not lose her rationality and quickly pretended that she knew nothing.
“I've already investigated it. It's you who sent the photos to the media. You can't deny it.”Creamy sneered, not giving the girl the chance to pretend.
“Miss Wayne, I only secretly took your picture because I thought it was fun. When I posted it online, I only wanted to make some money from it. Trust me, please, I don't have any ill intentions.” Seeing that she could no longer pretend, the girl began to beg for mercy in a bitter voice.
“I don't care what you're doing. You've ruined my reputation. I'll get a lawyer to talk to you.”Creamy was not to be trifled with. Although she did not enter the business world, she had been used toand influenced by the iron—fisted style of her father and elder brother. She would not take the initiative to bully others, nor would she be bullied by others.
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