The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 236 Aggressive Mr. Shaw

The post title was "My Little Fairy” and the poster used the full name, "Julian Shaw."

The content was a plethora of photos from the wedding photoshoot, beautiful and romantic.

The world then knew that Susan did not stop at one wedding dress and one location for the wedding photoshoot when Julian posted. There were four wedding dresses and four locations, amounting to four sets of wedding photos.

Each set was unique in style and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. The netizens were going crazy at the beauty they were offered.

Charlotte could not bear to scroll further after looking at a handful of photos. The sweet loving atmosphere that Julian and Susan exuded felt like a knife mercilessly slicing her heart.

She went all the way down to the comments.

"The wedding photoshoot is amazing! The ultimate dream of all women!"

"My cousin is a professional wedding dress tailor. She says that these gowns cost at least tens of millions of dollars each."

Tens of millions each...

The following comments were in awe. All sorts of gasps and exclamations filled the front, but someone finally paid attention to something else after a few pages.

"Mr. and Mrs. Shaw are smiling so sweetly. Both of them must love each other a lot.”

Julian actually replied to the comment. It was a short line. “You have good taste.”

"Wow, Mr. Shaw replied to me!” The poster was thrilled. The comments that followed was a mass of netizens asking for a photo together.

Charlotte was exasperated by what she saw. She roared furiously in her mind.

'What's so good about Susan Shelby?'

'Does she have a better background than me?’

'Is she prettier than me?'

'Is she more capable than me?’

Looking at the comments that put Susan on a pedestal, Charlotte felt like thrashing her computer again. She breathed in to hold herself back. After all, she had just gotten another computer.

With gritted teeth, Charlotte glared at the screen." Susan Shelby must be doing this on purpose! I posted the candid street shots and she posted the wedding photoshoot right after. She just can’t stand that I’m getting praised!” "Miss..." The maid beside her was hesitant to speak.

"Speak your mind!" Charlotte glared at her.

"Um, it's the time that Mr. Shaw posted. It’s before our post," the maid said weakly.

This meant that Susan was not targeting Charlotte's street snaps.

Choked with anger, Charlotte scowled at the maid." Are you the Jenkins' maid or Straws' maid?"

She was speechless about the honest housemaid.

The maid clamped her mouth shut up in fear instantly.

"Go collect your salary for this month and get the hell out of here." Charlotte chased the maid away and continued glaring at Susan on the computer.

Indignant at the events, she made a call to summon more ghostwriters to swarm the post. Briefly, the peaceful post took a turn in the atmosphere. The comments turned malicious and offensive. There were now two lines of thoughts on the post with one o f them attacking Julian’s lavishness.

"Spending so much for just wedding dresses? Why doesn’t Julian Shaw do more charity when he's so rich?"

"Yeah, I didn't see him making any donations to the earthquake earlier.”

"Rich people are the root of all evil. They make people suffer and spend an obscene amount of money for nothing."

Another line of attacks went for Susan's looks.

"Susan Shelby? She's so ugly. I wonder how those above could sing praises..."

"My cousin's a plastic surgeon. He says that Susan’s face has obviously gone under the knife."

"Her eyes scream deviousness.''

Charlotte gladly stopped scrolling when she saw the comments. Oh, how she relished in watching Susan being cursed at!

Before she could grow more joyful, Julian began replying vehemently.

"No charity? The Lanyard Foundation still has five billion dollars of funds currently. Did you eat it all?"

Not donating to the earthquake? He posted the donation slip of the foundation directly. The amount donated read fifty million dollars.

Julian also replied, "Buddy, you’re probably the kind of person who could boast for decades when you've picked up five dollars and handed it to the police, huh? I'm low profile. Will I tell you that I donate at least one billion dollars every year? Nah."

Making people suffer and spending extravagantly?

"Did I freeload at your place? According to what you say, could the world not have cake when you can only have bread? Pal, don’t stay in a dark place for too long!"

Julian grew more aggressive when it came to malice toward Susan’s looks.

"Bud, have you washed your eyes? Or are you straight u p blind?"

"Plastic surgery? C’here, ask your cousin out. I need a talk with him. If he spewed nonsense, he’s giving me one million dollars and if Susie went under the knife, I'll give him ten million dollars. How does that sound?"

"This friend over here, you’re... just wow. Do you have the legendary platinum third eye? You can even see if she's devious or not? So impressive..."

Click-clacking, Julian actually retorted all the comments alone. After that, he deleted the attacks about Susan directly.

Surprisingly, none of the paid posters was as aggressive as Julian.

Powerless, the ghostwriters started another thread to censure Julian's deletion of the comments, claiming that he wanted only adulation without the ability to receive criticism.

Julian actually headed there to make his replies.

"It's fine if you lambaste me, saying that I don't do charity and whatever. I left those without deleting them. I accept your supervision and suggestion. But m y apologies, no one can criticize my wife. Because.

She's the best."

"I deleted the comments to save your world view and aesthetic judgment.”

Julian's vigorous replies were terrifying.

What was more frightening was that there was a group of people commending him in follow.

"Mr. Shaw's level of wife protection - max!"

"JuSan couple guardian team is here. All hail Mr.

Shaw."

"Member No.l is here."

“Member No.2 is here.”

People were forming some sort of guardian team and another mass of people declared that they were joining.

"I thought that someone like Mr. Shaw would be cool and distant. He's unexpectedly down to earth. Haha, I'm turning into a fan. What should I do?"

"Pal, you should join our guardian team."

The ghostwriters were going to slam Julian, but the post turned to a guardian team member recruitment. Any post after that saw the guardian members retorting them without Julian's presence.

"Miss Jenkins, we can’t do this anymore.” The head of the ghostwriters went to Charlotte helplessly.

"Can't do this? Didn't you say that you guys are professionals?" Charlotte was going crazy.

"We can refund you the money." The head of the paid posters returned her the sum and disappeared.

With a shriek, Charlotte threw another computer.

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Clenching her jaw, Charlotte picked up the computer again. The screen cracked but it was still working.

Looking at the deluging posts of the "JuSan couple," she did not manage to hold herself back and thrashed the computer once more.