On the other end of the phone, the agent didn’t know Tiffany Lynch’s current state and was still trying to persuade her with the last bit of patience, "Now that all these things have been dug up, even if your fans believe you, everyone else can see clearly, you... apologize to Hannah Winter, try to minimize the losses, and then just leave the industry."
This was a rather euphemistic way of putting it.
Given Tiffany Lynch’s current situation, just the penalty fees from the brands alone would be enough to cost her a large sum of money.
Not to ntion she was suspected of intentionally harming others.
Before, it was Jimmy Simmons holding things down, but now that Jimmy was hands-off. If others really pursued the matter, Tiffany Lynch could even end up in prison.
"Leave the industry, you’re telling to leave the industry?" Tiffany Lynch’s voice sharpened, tears falling more fiercely, "I’ve given so much, and now you’re telling to leave the industry, to apologize to Hannah Winter, what did I do wrong, are the things I said not the truth? Why does everyone want to apologize to Hannah Winter... What exactly did I do wrong!"
She cried her heart out.
Seeing that Tiffany Lynch still couldn’t recognize the situation, the agent didn’t want to say anything more, only leaving behind a "Think about it yourself" before hanging up hastily.
Tiffany Lynch was truly isolated now.
Looking at her own face in the mirror, pale and unlike a living person’s, there was none of the past warmth or grace, only weariness between her brows and eyes.
"It was who won, I won, why, why does everyone have to stand on Hannah Winter’s side." She almost crawled to the mirror, reaching out to touch her own eyebrows and eyes, as if entering a state of madness, "Didn’t you all say she looked like ? She’s where she is today because of that face, because she looks like ."
If it weren’t for that, how could she, Hannah Winter, have ever caught George River’s eye.
How could she have her success today.
But why did everything turn out like this.
"You said it, you said you would help , would help kill Hannah Winter."
She covered her face, crying out loud, madly throwing objects at the mirror.
The mirror shattered, reflecting nurous identical faces.
Jealousy and hatred intertwined, like evil spirits struggling in the mire of the abyss.
Stripped of human facade, what remained were only stark bones and a heart blackened through and through.
Tiffany Lynch was still not giving up, but the pride in her bones wouldn’t allow her to bow her head to anyone.
On Weibo, one by one, the brands she forrly endorsed announced their contract terminations, leaving only her fans "desperately struggling," unwilling to believe.
The actress she had beaten up had already decided to go to the police, seeking "justice" for herself through legal ans.
Even the whole process was broadcast live.
It was clear that it was all for clout, but since Tiffany Lynch was at fault in the first place, people were happy to watch the drama unfold.
At this ti, Tiffany Lynch could only turn to Jackie Qualls again.
Hoping that this man would help her out for the sake of their past relationship.
But all she received was Jackie Qualls’s detachnt and coldness.
Even the warm attitude he showed to others was absent, as he simply looked at her coldly, "I thought I had made myself clear enough to you before."
Tiffany Lynch was stunned for a mont, all color draining from her face, she lowered her head, her voice trembling, "Jackie, isn’t it possible, even for the sake of our past friendship?"
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