In the Bentley, while Julian Lawson was asking Vera Hansen on one side, at the sa ti on the other side.
As the hashtag #YesterdayOnceMoreLiveSound# gained popularity, Vera Hansen’s marketing team was in action.
Connor Goldsmith frowned as he looked at the hashtag, hesitating in his heart.
Then, he sent a ssage to Vera Hansen, informing her of the situation.
He said: "Initially, we took the approach of reporting and silencing the other side, but they’re clearly experienced. They got soone else to stir up the heat quickly, letting many people see it instantly. Reporting to silence them now would be too obvious, Vera, how do you think we should handle this? Below are the options I’ve listed..."
Their team always operates this way, offering Vera Hansen a few options, leaving the final decision to her.
After a short while, Vera Hansen picked an option.
anwhile, on the other side.
Quinn was pleased to see the hashtag #YesterdayOnceMoreLiveSound# gaining traction.
Covering things up works when only a few people are talking, but what if it’s a lot of people all at once?
Seeing the intrigued onlookers jumping in, Quinn was waiting to clear his na.
But at that mont, different voices started erging—
"Saying so much, yet there’s no real evidence to be seen."
"Yeah, to prove sothing, there must be evidence first; it’s so cheap to spread rumors these days."
"Exactly, clearly fans of Irene trying to compete with ’Micro Love’. Determined to overshadow ’Yesterday Once More’, it’s disgusting."
"Ten haters can’t match one die-hard fan, does Irene even know you’re doing this?"
"To the person above, maybe this is actually Irene’s marketing team’s doing. Didn’t you see the traces of guiding under this hashtag?"
"Totally, our Vera isn’t about competition. She joined the music show to empower those tortured by pain, being suppressed without doing anything."
"People doing this have no heart, our Vera isn’t even a contestant yet is treated this way; it’s outrageous!"
...
’Heavenly Sound’ was already popular, coupled with the buzz around Vera Hansen’s death countdown, suddenly many people ca this way.
Due to genuine concern for Vera Hansen and the positive nature of her behavioral marketing, plus the absence of on-site videos; the majority sided with Vera Hansen.
The situation had developed entirely separate from Quinn’s initial plea.
Initially, Quinn didn’t even ntion Vera Hansen.
He was just puzzled as to why the livestream clips weren’t as good as the live performance; now it turned into him being a die-hard fan of Irene, trying to overshadow Vera Hansen.
With more people flooding into the hashtag, it quickly got taken over.
Quinn was utterly frustrated; he wanted to say he didn’t even know who Irene was.
They wore masks anyway.
How did he suddenly beco labeled as a die-hard fan?
Moreover, he personally had a very good impression of Vera Hansen; he had never intended to overshadow her!
"No, I can’t swallow this anger!"
"Want evidence? I refuse to believe nobody secretly recorded at the scene among so many people!"
Quinn was inherently a very action-oriented person, and along with having friends at the scene, he was determined to produce evidence, so these people would get what they asked for!
Thinking of this, he imdiately made a phone call.
First contacting friends he went to the scene with.
He started probing, asking for their views on the stage.
Receiving an answer: "I thought ’Yesterday Once More’ had great live effects, but sohow the online clips don’t look as stirring."
Upon confirming it was a friend, Quinn shared his experiences online.
"Xiaoyu, you know ; I can’t swallow this anger. What I said was true, but they forcibly labeled a die-hard fan. I can’t stand it."
"Xiaoyu, I got my entry qualification from you; you have ways, right?"
"If there’s no real video from the scene, do you have any groups or exchanges? Those could work too."
Finally, the person nad Xiaoyu dragged him into a group.
Xiaoyu reminded him: "This is the ticket scalping group I manage, there are all kinds of people here. Be careful, don’t talk in the group, if it gets shut down, you won’t have a good ti."
"Okay, thank you." Quinn said, then began executing his plan.
...
On the other side, inside the Bentley, Vera Hansen was slightly stunned upon hearing Julian Lawson’s questions.
"I don’t understand." Vera Hansen frowned and said.
Julian Lawson looked at her silently, with just his calm gaze, people couldn’t et his eyes directly.
Vera lowered her head, thinking a little.
She said: "I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Brother Julian; I did talk to her."
Vera raised her head, looking vulnerable.
She said: "I learned she had a recent miscarriage and still had injuries, so I worried about her physical condition. I specifically went to her, asking if she needed help."
Vera looked uncertainly at Julian Lawson, appearing sowhat anxious.
"Did she misunderstand sothing?"
She seed to be anxiously thinking, like recalling.
"I ntioned her injuries and her miscarriage... Brother Julian, did she misunderstand and think I leaked her miscarriage secret?"
"I didn’t an that, oh my..." Vera covered her face, looking regretful, "I only ntioned it to you, Brother Julian, not to anyone else."
Julian Lawson continuously watched Vera Hansen.
Observing her expression.
Her words were flawless.
She appeared genuinely remorseful, imdiately retrieving her phone to ssage Irene to explain.
Perhaps it really was a misunderstanding?
Thinking so, he said: "It’s nothing."
"I was just asking." he said.
One was the woman whom he owed, Vera Hansen; the other was Jasper Ford’s woman. He knew clearly, there’s no need to delve further.
The car continued smoothly through the city; the rain brought moist air, making the whole city damp.
The car kept driving, unsure how long it went.
Suddenly, Vera Hansen spoke softly.
She said: "Brother Julian, today, did you think I sang well?"
Sang well, but not as good as Irene.
This was Julian Lawson’s first thought.
But he didn’t say that; he answered with a single sound.
"Hmm."
Receiving Julian Lawson’s response, Vera Hansen nodded in satisfaction.
Then, she slightly frowned, her eyes reddened as she said: "With your words, Brother Julian, I can die without regret."
Julian Lawson frowned.
Finally, he sighed deeply.
"Don’t talk like that." he said, "Vera, you’re great."
Vera Hansen reached out to hold Julian Lawson’s hand.
She said nothing, just slightly smiled.
Soon, they arrived at Vivian’s Floral Studio. After Julian Lawson sent Vera Hansen back to her studio, he returned to the car.
"President Lawson, where are we going now?" Secretary Chaucer asked.
Julian Lawson frowned, looking at Vera Hansen busy inside Vivian’s Floral Studio. He tapped his index finger lightly.
After thinking for a mont, he said: "Send a ssage over there, tell them to bring Preston Langley over."
"Yes." Secretary Chaucer nodded and imdiately sent the ssage.
The car restarted, heading towards The Lawson Corporation.
Suddenly, Secretary Chaucer exclaid in panic: "President Lawson, it’s bad, Preston Langley has disappeared!"
Julian Lawson frowned deeply: "When did this happen?"
Secretary Chaucer’s face was full of terror: "Just recently reported, saying the person disappeared a month ago, but the underlings concealed it, only finding out when they couldn’t turn him over just now!"
"Previously, that incident caused Preston Langley to deeply hate us. He had a hard ti after returning ho. If..."
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