Chapter 1341 Revealing The Truth Behind The Car ident
The following day, Vivi’s car ident once again dominated the trending news.
ording to police reports, Vivi’s ident resulted from her consumption of illicit drugs, causing a
sudden illness while driving. Consequently, she was unable to brake or swerve in time to avoid an
obstacle, leading to the mishap. This twist in the narrative left the Inte users, who were initially
seething with righteous indignation, utterly confused.
“I never imagined Vivi’s ident would be a consequence of her own physical condition, and not a
malicious plot against her. We were wrong to target J.”
‘J is affluent and influential. She must have bribed the authorities to the actual facts!”
“But where did Vivi procure these drugs? The police owe us an exnation. For all we know, someone
could’ve intentionally administered them to her!”
“Indeed! A thorough investigation of these illicit substances must be conducted immediately. Who
knows how many people could be jeopardizing their lives with these hazardous drugs as we speak.”
As the public continued to question the circumstances, news of Star Entertainment’s influencers
indulging in heavy illicit drug use surfaced. This revtion rapidly climbed the trending charts, igniting
fervent online discussions.
Authorities promptly shut down Star Entertainment, instructing the firm to enforce rectifications and
adhere to regtions before it could rmence operations.
Many influencers were stunned upon discovering the lethal potential of the drugs they had been
consuming, and they demanded contract terminations andpensations.
Some influencers went as far as provoking their followers to assail Star Entertainment, hoping to
extract additionalpensations.
In her office, Suzanne stared at news of herpany being mandated to make corrections and at the
termination contracts of her employees. Blinded by rage, she swept everything off her desk onto the
floor.
“Boss…” The assistant recoiled in terror. “Along with our top influencer Momo terminating her contract,
several other firms also want to sever ties with us…
What should we do?” “Termination?” Suzanne scoffed. “Fine! Anyone who wants to leave can take a
hike. They’re nothing more than ingrates. I’ll bide my time to see whoughsst!”
The assistant hastily nodded and swiftly retreated from the office. “J White!
You’re responsible for my current predicament.” Suzanne clenched her fists tightly; her eyes were
brimming with malice, and her face contorted as if she were a demon straight out of hell. “I won’t let you
go scot-free! I’ll ensure you can’t escape my vengeance!” Her words carried an ominous undertone. aE
“Ah-choo!” J sneezed just as she entered her studio. “Odd, why did I sneeze?”
She didn’t give it much thought, proceeding into her office, contemting her work for the day, when
her gazended on an extravagant bouquet of red roses and a fancy fruit basket.
“Lexi, who sent these?” J frowned, instinctively picturing Clyde’s face, which induced a nauseating
shudder that coursed through her.
Was he still persisting in pestering her?
Behind her, Lexi seemed perplexed, scratching the back of her head as she rified, “These were sent
by a model named Derek. I initially declined them, but he insisted on delivering them personally.”
J hadn’t expected it to be Derek. Her lips twitched as she inquired, “Where is he now?”
Looking rather nervous, Lexi replied, “He’s been waiting for you in the reception room.”
J exhaled heavily and massaged her forehead. “It’s not your fault. Derek’s tenacity is challenging
to deal with, even for me. You’re not alone in this struggle. Now, you can get back to your tasks.”
In the reception room, Derek lounged leisurely on the sofa, exuding nonchnce and showing no signs
of unfamiliarity with the ce.
“Why hasn’t J shown up yet?” Derek grumbledzily. “I’ve been waiting for a good ten minutes.”
J caught wind of hisint as she swung the door open, causing her mouth to twitch in
response. “Is ten minutes such a long time? I never requested you to wait for me here. If waiting
bothers you, feel free to leave anytime,” J shot back.
“Atst, the esteemed designer graces us with her presence!” Upon seeing J enter the room,
Derek made no effort to rise from his rxed position on the sofa. “A supermodel’s time is valuable,
you know. I get paid by the minute for my catwalk appearances. Even a mere ten-minute wait amounts
to a six-figure appearance fee!”
On the sidelines, Gilda had had enough of her boyfriend’sid-back attitude. She gave Derek a nudge
with her foot and warned him, “Sit up straight, or you’ll regret it.”? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.