Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)
Chapter 1522: The Whole Internet Is Digging Up Info

Chapter 1522: The Whole Internet is Digging Up Info

Many people began posting screenshots of Mr. Norwell's social media announcement, which was shared wildly online. For a moment, their love declaration stirred up a frenzy, with many people borrowing their words. It undoubtedly became the most popular phrase of the year.

Coupled with the proposal scene photos released in the news, the credibility of the event became 100%! Mr. Norwell was no longer single! Which girl was so lucky?

"Mr. Norwell actually has a girlfriend? Oh my God, my heart is breaking!"

"Another good man is taken, a real heartbreaker! Why wasn't I chosen?"

"Isn't that girl Monica? My high school classmate! Yes, it's her!"

Soon, Monica's pictures were circulated one after another, appearing on Twitter and forums. The omnipotent netizens were on the brink of digging up everything about her. Including her age, height, weight, major... everything was dug up.

Details about Monica's resume were ridiculously detailed, from events at the elementary school sports meet, to middle school track and field competitions, to high school report cards... Anything that could be dug up was dug up! Some things were probably even forgotten by Monica herself.

In the early morning, in a small house covered in white snow, Belinda had a habit of checking financial news in the morning. When she inadvertently saw the whole internet digging into her daughter, she, as a mother, was more worried than angry!

"Monica!" Belinda quickly turned and went upstairs, "Are you up yet? Monica!" She knocked on her daughter's room door, but no one answered.

In a moment of panic, she turned the doorknob, opened the door, and quickly walked in with her phone, only to replace her daughter still in bed.

"Monica, wake up quickly!" Belinda came to the bed, pulled the quilt, and said anxiously, "Something's happened, the whole internet is digging into you!"

Monica's head popped out, her hair messy, she asked groggily, "What?"

"You and Tristan were photographed by reporters last night, and now it's made headlines, the whole internet is digging into you, and it's from elementary school to university, it's too scary." Belinda worried, "But so far there is no negative news, I guess the news about your dad and I getting divorced will be dug up sooner or later."

"That's not negative news, getting married is normal, getting divorced is also normal." Monica pulled over the quilt, "I know, you can go." She shrunk into the quilt.

"Hey! What do you mean by 'I know"?" Belinda was almost dying of anxiety, "You, this dead girl, how can you still have the mood to sleep? Look at the news quickly! There are many people claiming to be your classmates from elementary and middle school."

"What use is it for me to look? If they said they were my mother, I could only watch." Monica wrapped herself in the quilt, "You can see it, Tristan can definitely see it too, don't worry, he will handle it." "Do you trust him that much?" Belinda was surprised, and really speechless at her daughter, how could she not worry at all when it was such a critical moment?

"Should I clarify it myself? I'm a nobody." Monica was very sleepy, she muttered, "You can go, I want to sleep."

Her daughter's attitude left her mother speechless and helpless!

In the early morning at Clarke Corp, Tristan just entered the president's office. He was full of energy and spirit, just short of writing his good mood on his face.

Kevin quickly handed him the tablet, "President, you're trending."

Tristan sat down in his office chair, glanced at him, "What happened?" He stretched out his hand to take the tablet.

"You can see for yourself." Anyway, Kevin couldn't explain it in a few words.

Tristan glanced at the sensational news headlines, calmly flipped through the photos, and couldn't help but frown, "The photography skills are not good, they didn't capture my handsomeness, nor Monica's beauty."

What?

That's his focus?

Kevin was shocked!