"Is it an account on Blog?"
"Do you have many followers?"
"Not that many, just tens of thousands of followers."
But they were genuine fans.
Every time she posted on her blog, she would get hundreds of comments.
Initially, she had thought about growing her blog, but after Jeremy suddenly fell ill and was diagnosed with heart disease, she no longer had the heart for it.
Her days were filled with thoughts about how to cure Jeremy’s illness.
"Tens of thousands of followers is not bad," Nina said earnestly, "You can’t compare with those who have millions or tens of millions of followers, but having tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of genuine fans is still very impressive."
"Joanna, why didn’t you update your blog afterwards?"
Joanna briefly explained: "Something happened at home, and I didn’t have the time to take care of it."
As the two chatted while walking, they were about to reach the shooting scene when they bumped into Lisha Alcock, who was approaching them.
She stopped, first giving Joanna a cold, head-to-toe stare. Then, her brow furrowed a bit, and her gaze grew colder.
Joanna returned the frosty look. She had addressed Lisha as Miss Alcock before, but this time she didn’t even say hello.
Since Lisha already held animosity toward her, no matter what she did, it wouldn’t disappear.
So, there’s no need for her to keep up appearances anymore.
Lisha naturally sensed Joanna’s different attitude.
Lisha stared at her coldly for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Why is Ms. Joanna looking at me ? As if you have some dissatisfaction with me?"
Joanna’s lips curved, and she finally replied, "Miss Alcock, you’re overthinking it. You haven’t done anything to hurt me, why would I be dissatisfied with you?"
Lisha’s face changed slightly, and the smile on her lips froze for a moment. The coldness in her eyes intensified: "Really? It seems I was worrying too much. Ms. Joanna, your makeup is well done; it seems that the makeup artist hired this time is pretty good."
Joanna could tell she was doubting the makeup artist.
Without explaining, she returned a faint smile, "Yes, they’re quite good."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lisha’s face darkened. She turned her head and fixed a fierce stare at her assistant.
The assistant turned pale with fright and stammered, "Lisha, I have..."
Just as he spoke a few words, he looked up at Joanna, who was standing opposite him, and his face turned even paler. He immediately shut his mouth tightly.
Lisha stared more viciously at the assistant, "Idiot!"
Steve didn’t dare to utter a single word, trembling while holding up an umbrella.
Lisha retracted her cold gaze from Steve and fixed it on Joanna, gave her a fierce glare, and turned away.
Steve hurriedly jogged to catch up with her, holding the umbrella steadily over her head.
"Disgusting woman," Nina spat after Lisha left, finally able to vent her frustration. Gazing at Lisha’s retreating figure, she added, "She pretends to be so nice in front of people, but behind their backs, she’s so horrible."