Chapter 730
After seeing it, Robert Foster was refreshed.
What was even more refreshing was that his three newly-released Instagram posts made people laugh.
The first one exposed his own dark history.
The second one was a recording of him and his friend—
"I told you this thod works, look, the heat is on now, everyone knows your na, Lance Lawson, and your two songs have been listened to by hundreds of thousands of people!"
"I’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow, don’t be overly polite with ."
"Hey, being polite is not necessary, let’s keep adding fuel to the fire, this Mount Inferno is clearly soft persimmons, we can squeeze them to death."
"It’s just that you have to bear the brunt of the insults, now the whole internet is cursing you."
Lance humd, "Even bad publicity is good publicity! I used to work so hard to write my own songs but never got famous, copying others didn’t make famous either, but after being cursed at I suddenly beca famous, haha, actually, this feeling is quite fresh, it’s the first ti I feel happy because soone insults !"
"By the way, give more money, I’ll buy more people to curse Robert Foster."
The first recording ended here.
Then ca the second recording—
"Ah, Lance, you better check your Instagram, sothing big happened!"
"What’s wrong with you! Are you crazy! You even posted your own past incidents? There’s no need to sacrifice so much for attention!"
"Fuck! This... what’s going on! Look, I can’t log in on my side!"
"Ah! Logged in! But I can’t set permissions! Damn it! Instagram must have intervened! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Don’t talk anymore! Our recordings have been uploaded!"
After hearing this, Robert laughed so hard his stomach hurt.
The na Lance Lawson has beco a laughing stock on the entire internet.
Robert called Albert Vahn and told him to report the matter to the police and not to let these villains off lightly.
Moreover, since the evidence has been handed to them, they should make good use of it, otherwise, it would be a waste.
At the sa ti, William Foster took off his glasses.
His handso face faced the computer, staring at Lance’s Instagram, deep in thought.
He only dug out all of Lance’s dark history and spread it to the public. As for the Instagram permissions and those two recordings, he originally had this idea, but before he could do it, soone else had already done it for him.
After staring at the screen for a while, he raised the corner of his lips in a smile.
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At 8 a.m., Chloe Collins woke up.
She picked up her phone and glanced at Instagram, and within a short while, the sleepiness in her eyes disappeared.
Last night, she only enabled the comnts on Lance’s Instagram and didn’t do anything else.
What’s the deal with this self-exposure and those recordings?
Further down, it said Lance had been taken away by the police in the morning.
His Instagram account had been officially banned, and the two songs suspected of plagiarism were also taken down by the platform.
In short, he shot himself in the foot.
Seeing the results, she was relieved and quit Instagram.
In the ssaging app, Wanda Wesley sent her a new ssage.
The ti had changed, from 8 p.m. to 3 p.m., they’d et at Hidden Nooks.
At 8:30 a.m., Chloe went to have breakfast.
As soon as she walked in, she sensed sothing unusual in the atmosphere.
William and Alexander Foster were discussing sothing, and the atmosphere between the two was tense.
Evelyn Thompson ca over and whispered, "Your uncle is in a bad mood today. Let’s go next door and let the father and son talk."
Chloe nodded and walked out.
"Is it about Cain?"
Evelyn sighed, "Yes, the child hid from us that he has been making music and his father is very angry."
Chloe looked down and said, "Actually, making music is not bad, at least he likes it. And besides, he is good at it."
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