Chapter 787: Come here, I'll blow-dry your hair_1

Nathalie Quinlan propped her leg onto the table, the sleek line of her straight calf smooth and symmetrical. Her lazy hands held the phone, her fingers tapping on the keyboard to reply to messages.

[NQ: Wait for me ten minutes.]

After replying to Amadeus Yancey's message, Nathalie Quinlan didn't delay, put down her leg, and with a lifted glance saw the laptop sitting there.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened it.

The laptop had been on all night but hadn't been used, she lit up the screen, which still showed Twitter's homepage from yesterday.

Nathalie refreshed the page, popping up 99+ "mention" notifications and 99+ comment notifications.

Squinting slightly, her dark pupils beautifully so, she didn't click on any of them, just scrolled down with the mouse to see the tweet she had retweeted below.

The tweet was still there.

After a day and a night's worth of heat fermentation.