Chapter 145


    Chapter 145


    Winnie could feel Springer’s eagerness as he stepped forward, seizing the moment with ack of his usual formality.


    “Winnie, your Twitter followers hit a million yesterday, and there’s only one retweet of the show. on your feed. This isn’t gonna cut


    it!” he eximed..


    “What do you mean it’s not gonna cut it?” Winnie asked, puzzled.


    “You''ve gotta post pictures. Fans are fickle and need pampering or they''ll just bolt.”


    Springer spoke with the air of someone who''d been around the block,menting Winnie''sck of savvy in these matters.


    With that EQ, was she thinking of making it in showbiz?


    “Here’s what you do. Find some snaps on your phone, add a caption, and make a proper introduction to your fans.“.


    Winnie found the notion somewhat bothersome, yet Springer’s argument seemed reasonable. So she scrolled through her


    gallery once more.


    Springer, peeking over her shoulder, was taken aback.


    Winnie’s gallery was a monochrome disy of ancient rune scans, with the asional and casually taken photo of Pretty.


    Springer started to feel a headacheing on.


    Had Winnie no interests befitting her age? No selfies? No memes? How could her gallery be so bare?


    But Winnie seemed oblivious to the issue, meticulously selecting photos.


    Springer, fearing she might actually post one of those rune pictures, interjected, “Winnie! How about | take a fresh one for you?”


    he suggested, thinking of the kind with filters and perfect framing.


    Winnie, not particrly fond of photos, much like others from the Mystical Sects had her reservations. Photos, in some ways,


    were vessels that could leak personal fate or be used for unsavory purposes when falling into the wrong hands.


    But then, she appeared on TV, and online screenshots showed her from angles clearer than any mirror reflection could.


    What difference would a photo make? She nodded in agreement.


    “How should we shoot it?”


    Springer, sensing an opportunity, began to scout the location, his eyes lighting up.


    “Get into a nice dress, stand by the staircase, I''ll use a wide lens. We''ll get the living room in the


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    background and everyone will know youe from a ce of ss!”


    The Bryant family’s grand foyer screamed wealth with itsvish decoration.


    Abdul having overheard their ns, delicately suggested, “Springer, I’ve heard there are trolls online who despise unting


    wealth. Perhaps this isn’t the best first impression?”


    Springer acknowledged the insight. Using the foyer might even attract skeptics iming it was just a backdrop.


    Abdul saw he was convinced and proposed, “How about the garden? The lighting is perfect right now. We could set up some


    fruits and flowers, and have Ms. Bryant sitting on a garden chair with a book, looking all artsy.”


    Springer dismissed the idea without a second thought. “No way. Winnie isn’t the artsy type. It''ll look fake.”


    Winnie wandered her gaze. Did she look so out of ce with art?


    Catching Winnie’s eye, Springer quickly looked away, realizing his gaffe. He and Abdul continued to debate locations.


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    Winnie couldn’t grasp how posting a simple tweet had escted into a full-blown photoshoot. She was about to snap a quick


    selfie when the sound of light footsteps echoed down the stairs. It was Pretty, tired of waiting for Winnie,ing to find her.


    Winnie lifted her hand, and Pretty eagerly hopped into her embrace.


    At the sight of Winnie holding Pretty, Springer lit up with an idea.


    “How about a shot with Pretty on thewn?”


    Abdul agreed it was a good n.


    Eager to avoid further discussion, Winnie promptly nodded.


    Carrying Pretty outside, ready for a quick photo session, she heard Abdul ask, “Springer, do we need lighting and reflectors?


    That’s how influencers do it these days to get that perfect shot.” Springer, realizing the necessity, nodded and had Abdul prepare


    the equipment.


    Winnie was at a loss for words. Was this photo even necessary?


    Nevertheless, under the enthusiastic direction of Springer and Abdul, Winnie ended up with a series of photos. Two housemaids


    joined to manage the lighting and reflectors, turning the shoot into a team effort.


    After selecting the best three photos, editing, and filtering, they were finally ready to post, just in time for lunch.


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    This was Winnie’s first genuine tweet, aside from the retweet for the show.


    Winnie, holding Pretty, sitting on the steps, with additional shots of the pet house and a stroll, looked stunning.


    Springer had a knack for this.


    From the aspects ofposition and filtering, the photos were gorgeous.


    The caption was straightforward with just four words, “Pleased to meet you.”


    The tweet went live, and Winnie''s followers were immediately abuzz with excitement.


    “Finally, a photo from Winnie! | nearly thought she forgot her Twitter...”


    *Jesus, thedy | follow remembered her Twitter password!”


    ‘Ahh, | knew she was gorgeous! Promise you''ll post more often, will you?”


    “Where''s this taken? I’m curious!”


    ‘Is that a Samoyed in her arms? Looks more like a fox to me.”


    ‘Could it be a pet fox?”


    *The prettydy even has a pretty pet!”


    “Can | get as gorgeous as her if | raise a fox? If yes, I’m getting one right now!”


    ‘I''ve seen folks with cats, dogs, and even geckos, but a fox is a new one. Aren’t foxes protected? Does thew even allow for


    that?”


    “What you''ve got there is a domesticated pet fox. It’s perfectly legal. Besides, Winnie''s fox is hands down the prettiest I''ve ever


    laid eyes on.”


    ‘So there’s such a thing as a pet fox? Then why doesn’t Gentry get one? Since he’s protective spirit is fox spirit.”


    ‘Hey, leave Gentry out of this, will you?”


    ‘First tweet ever and it’s about her pet fox. Is she trying to ruffle Gentry’s feathers or what?”


    “Winnie boasts the elite of Emerald Bay and the top one in the SAT. She could spot a murderer from a mile away and tell a


    Fortune Pir at first sight. She could also unravel the story behind the Ghost Lady... that’s all.”


    Springer was glued to the screen, endlessly refreshing thements on Winnie’s tweet. Initially, he was buzzing with


    excitement, as all these folks were giving props thanks to his nudge to Winnie to join Twitter.


    That photo was all his doing!


    But soon enough, as the chatter shifted to Gentry with Gentry’s fans joining the fray, the vibe took a turn.


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    Springer was fuming. He shot up and bolted upstairs, griping as he went. “Bhus! Cutler is sing his trolls on Winnie again!”