She couldn’t help but rub her temples. She had just begun shooting a variety show and had only recently fostered a public figure’s sense of privacy.
But now, it seed that she was still too naïve, the paparazzi were everywhere.
Glancing at the Internet, she saw the online trolls had started to wreak havoc again. Their comnts were nothing but distasteful:
"Joy really knows her ga. Did she actually seduce her boss?"
"What good are these so-called designers? In the end, they all walk the sa path - marrying into wealth."
"It’s really not proper for public figures to be kissing in public, isn’t it? So shaless!"
"Looks like an old hand at this. Who knows how many she has had."
"What do you an by ’how many’? Didn’t she also have a thing with the Ross’s Young Master, Adam Ross, before?"
"Don’t forget, there was also a doctor!"
"Right, right! I rember too, this Joy is really no good."
...
Growing angry at the comnts she read, Charlotte Thompson decided to turn off her phone, mumbling under her breath, "Once I create an anonymous account, I’ll give these people trashing a piece of their own dicine!"
Justin Battleson took the phone, scanning through it briefly. He understood what had happened, his gaze turning cold for a mont.
He then responded to Charlotte’s remark, "You can set it up. I’ll fund your anonymous account, fatten it up so you can let loose on those people. We’ll curse these people with the dirty mouths until they question their very existence. They should learn that they’re not the only ones who can dish it out."
Justin spoke passionately while angrily hitting the steering wheel in front of him.
Seeing Justin Battleson in this state was unusual. Despite the feeling uncomfortable, Charlotte Thompson couldn’t help but smile.
"Sure, we will curse them together. As the saying goes, ’Give them a taste of their own dicine.’" After saying this, she seed to have let go a lot of her stress.
However, when she cald down she felt a bit upset, "Justin, could you roll down the window? I want so fresh air."
This ti, Justin Battleson didn’t refuse. He gave her a gentle look and, although a bit hesitant, ultimately provided her with the freedom she desired.
Charlotte Thompson slumped in her seat, she handed her phone to Justin Battleson, almost like she wanted to bid farewell to all the unpleasant things. She let out a sigh, "Ah, how did they manage to get a shot of us?"
The next mont, her phone rang, "Who’s this?" she wondered. Who could it be at this unfortunate mont?
She answered the phone and recognized her assistant’s voice, "Coco, what’s up?"
Emma stared out the window, her eyes sotis deep, sotis drifting away. The wind blew up her collar, sticking it tightly to her neck, making her feel itchy.
Coco’s voice ca from the phone, "Sister Charlotte, are you listening? Did you see the trending topic? The production team wants to know how we’re going to handle it. What should we do?"
Charlotte was lost in thought, and the phone by her ear just seed like a decoration.
How great it would be if people were like trees. Growing in wind and rain, shining in the sunlight, not competing for strength or height. However you grow, that’s how you survive.
All of a sudden, she started pondering about this.
Justin Battleson next to her reached out and gently patted the back of her hand, indicating her to answer the call.
"Sister Charlotte, are you still there?"
"I’m here." Charlotte answered quickly.
Coco sighed with relief and repeated, "The team is asking about our solution."
Charlotte glanced at Justin Battleson and replied firmly: "There’s no solution."
In response to Coco’s surprised voice, she continued, "It’ll blow over once the fuss dies down."
As soon as she finished, her phone shut off.
After finally getting ho, she was still sowhat upset before entering the house.
Justin Battleson quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and comforted her, "Don’t worry, I’ll be here if the sky falls."
After saying this, he affectionately rubbed her nose.
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