Aurelia’s eyelids also lifted slightly, casting a faintly mocking smile toward him. She didn’t need to hear to guess with eighty to ninety percent certainty how Mason Nightshade would respond.
She, a wife who was dispensable, how could she compare to his investment of billions? In Mason Nightshade’s mind, she wasn’t even comparable to the smallest investment under his belt.
Mason Nightshade stood quietly, his expression calm, the lines of his profile cold. After a moment, his eyes moved slightly as he looked at Aurelia with an ambiguous gaze, his voice low and mellow as he said, "Do as Aurelia suggested."
"But, Mr. Nightshade..." Titan Jennings’ heart pounded with unease. He wanted to say something more, but Mason Nightshade interrupted him with a raised hand, "I’m not to the point of ignoring the safety of my employees for money."
Suddenly he looked at Titan Jennings, his deeply understood eyes glimmering coldly, lips slightly lifting. "Director Jennings, you’d better come up with a good reason, give me a reasonable explanation for what’s going on with those videos?"
Titan Jennings felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his limbs weak, collapsing to the ground, his hefty body trembling like a sieve, his face drained of color, his vacant eyes full of despair.
The photos and videos spread online like a plague at the fastest speed possible, just as Aurelia had said: netizens never lacked a thirst for gossip.
Aurelia saw several familiar usernames:
Cool Cat: @It’s Pure Reckoning, come out and explain to your master what this is about. Accusing others of being dirty when in fact the real dirty person is your master.
I Have a Gossip Heart: @Cool Cat, are there inside stories? Hurry and enlighten us!!!
Cool Cat stayed silent, simply posting a screenshot of a comment from the forum.
Various hostile voices were directed towards "It’s Pure Reckoning."
Perhaps overwhelmed by the insults, "It’s Pure Reckoning" suddenly emerged, tagging a crowd of people, unleashing an angry tirade: @Cool Cat @Long is Big @Little Like a Thief, don’t think you can wash your hands clean, look at what you said before! You call me dirty, you’re no better!
Attached was a full screenshot of a forum post.
One stone stirred a thousand waves, and the internet exploded instantly. Those who had initially criticized Aurelia all stood up to defend her. Some secretly lamented the deep waters of the entertainment industry, while others directly @Dovina, cursing her to eighteen generations.
As for those on the forum... they were vehemently attacked by netizens.
At first, a few of them replied with a few words, but gradually, seeing the situation hard to suppress, they all disappeared into silence, probably afraid to speak out.
Netizens would not easily let them off, daring to slander others online but afraid to show their faces now? Some computer experts unearthed their real-life addresses, and phone numbers, bombarding them with calls, and even sending rotten eggs to their homes.
In this virtual, responsibility-free internet world, once real identities are exposed, it’s like completely tearing away a veil of shame, exposing those behind it completely to the public. Their true lives could be completely ruined by their frivolous language.
Aurelia watched from the sidelines at the fierce battle of insults, seeing some indignantly fighting for her, others assembling a war of words beneath Dovina’s Weibo.
During this gap, Aurelia registered a Weibo account for herself.