Chapter 200: Chapter 200: The Worst Super Group in History
On Weibo, after joking around on Gabriel Sinclair’s page, his fans moved the fight elsewhere.
Joking aside, no one had forgotten the woman who had stirred up such a storm online.
[Heh. Weren’t you going to get a lawyer and sue? Now that the evidence is out, how’s that for a slap in the face?]
[If our girl hadn’t secretly recorded it, who knows how badly you all would have bullied Gabriel Sinclair.]
[The internet isn’t your personal playground. And this time, we have your own fans to thank! All those screenshots they took gave our guy plenty of evidence.]
[Worst fanbase in history. They completely screwed over their own star. I bet Sharon Thorne is about to pop a blood vessel.]
Back at the agency, Sharon Thorne was indeed furious enough to spit blood.
Never in a million years would she have thought that while Gabriel Sinclair didn’t have any evidence, that little girl did.
Her words on set had been recorded, word for word. There was no way to spin this in her favor.
’It’s all these fans! They do nothing but screw me over!’
Sharon Thorne had plenty of rabid fans. Seeing their idol getting dragged through the mud, they were naturally furious. Before long, they had started a flame war with Gabriel Sinclair’s fans and neutral netizens.
The buzz on Weibo showed no signs of dying down. In less than an hour, Sharon Thorne’s fans had managed to push their own idol right into the eye of the storm.
Watching her follower count plummet, Sharon Thorne was frantic.
But what she expected even less was her agency proposing to terminate her contract.
"President Logan, didn’t I sign a ten-year contract? It hasn’t even been five years, and you’re already breaking it?"
Sharon Thorne’s agency was a small one with few big-name celebrities. She was the undisputed queen of the entire company.
Yet now, the agency wasn’t even going to back her up. Sharon Thorne, her face a mask of shock, demanded answers from the person on the phone.
President Logan let out a long sigh. "I don’t want this either. But this company supports dozens of employees, and we have over a dozen artists with endorsements on the line. After a mess this big, the company should, by all rights, face it with you. But the person you’ve offended this time is not someone to be trifled with. If you have any loyalty left to this agency, you’ll sign the termination papers. Otherwise, you’ll drag the entire company down with you."
Deep down, President Logan felt a pang of regret.
Sharon Thorne was one of the agency’s first artists. It hadn’t been easy for her to get to this point, but soon after she found fame, her attitude had changed far too quickly.
"Rest assured, I’ll pay you the contract’s termination fee in full. On top of that, I’ll transfer a million to you from my personal account. Consider it a severance payment."
With that, President Logan hung up.
Sharon Thorne’s face went deathly pale. Staring at the comments on Weibo, she finally understood the magnitude of the disaster she had brought upon herself.
Her gaze darkened. She watched the rate at which Chloe Sinclair’s follower count was climbing and felt a pang of jealousy.
When she tried to post a rebuttal on Weibo, she discovered her account had been banned for twenty years due to the massive number of user reports.
It was the first time since Weibo’s inception that a celebrity’s account had been successfully taken down by user reports.
Sharon Thorne’s face was thunderous. Trembling with rage, she muttered, "How could the reports actually work? Are these people fucking idiots!"
But no matter how many times Sharon Thorne appealed the ban, customer service always gave her the same answer: the decision was irreversible.
Unable to access Weibo, Sharon Thorne had no choice but to lie down and take the abuse.
Just as she was about to register a new account, a frantic knocking erupted at the door.
Sharon Thorne was already seeing red, overwhelmed by the complete mess her life had become.
"What’s with all the knocking?! You in a rush to go eat shit?"
