Claire Crowley furrowed her brows slightly. Ivy Kensington’s words were somewhat unpleasant, but in her heart, she did indeed think that group of rabid fans was almost as brainless...
Claire spoke, her lips parted, "So what if they are? This bunch of brainless fans is my greatest weapon. Isn’t it them who did the cyberbullying about you slapping me? As long as I pretend to be aggrieved and get a little hurt, they’re the ones who’ll rush to my aid with reckless abandon!"
As she spoke, Claire’s words carried pride and disdain.
Pride in being loved by so many people.
Disdain for the stupid fans who would do anything for her.
Ivy Kensington looked at her with a faint, sarcastic smile, "Miss Crowley, you really are lucky."
"Of course," Claire nodded in agreement, "Unlike someone of your lowly fate..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a frantic voice suddenly shouted out.
Claire’s expression changed. What was this manager doing? Yelling and shouting without any decorum!
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The door of the lounge was pushed open, and Claire irritably questioned the manager who barged in.
The manager was drenched in sweat, panting heavily.
"Live... streaming..."
Claire looked at her, puzzled.
Seeing her unable to explain for a long time, Claire said impatiently, "Can you be clearer? Stop beating around the bush, it’s so annoying."
This attitude was completely different from her usual gentle and patient demeanor.
The manager was in a panic, "Stop talking!"
A mere manager dared to shout at her?
Claire was stunned for a second, and then instantly flew into a rage: "Laura Shaw, are you out of your mind? You actually dare to yell at me, do you believe I won’t fire you right away?"
The manager was on the verge of collapse, her eyes scanning the room desperately with only one thought in mind—
It’s over, it’s really over!
Claire’s long-maintained image was about to be ruined!
The manager was almost seeing stars, about to faint completely.
And just at that moment, Ivy Kensington smiled, pointing in a direction towards Claire, indicating the water dispenser in the lounge.
There, hidden away, a phone was discreetly placed.
Claire focused her gaze and suddenly realized that the phone’s screen was continuously scrolling, and the images of her, Ivy, and the manager were being live-broadcast without any filter.
Her mind seemed to explode, and as someone well-versed in the live-streaming rules of the entertainment industry, Claire was acutely aware that she had just been live-streamed!
That is to say, from the moment she entered the lounge, her every move and word had been laid bare for everyone to see!
She had thought Ivy would record, but she hadn’t expected that Ivy disdained such lowly tactics. Instead, she directly started a live stream, exposing her entirely!
Claire felt a chill all over, finally grasping the manager’s earlier feeling.
She almost blacked out right there!
The manager had by now snapped out of her palpitations, rushed to the phone without saying a word, and quickly turned it off.
Ivy Kensington crossed her arms and looked at Claire, smiling as she asked, "Claire Crowley, are you happy with this gift?"
Claire’s lips trembled as she was about to reply—
"Claire Crowley, get out here!"
"We followed you with all our hearts, and you call us brainless fans!"
"And, to think you’re such a malicious person. It was clearly you who wanted to harm Ivy, which led to that slap, and you turned it around to make us cyberbully Ivy. Claire Crowley, you’re not worthy of being our goddess!"