Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Siege
Using her own fans to manipulate public opinion? What if some radical fan indiscriminately doxxed the professor?
All because she felt a little wronged, she had to broadcast everything to the world?
These people weren’t Nina Sinclair’s fans; they were simply looking at the matter from the perspective of bystanders and insiders.
Nina Sinclair never expected this to happen. She quickly lowered her head, looking as if she were about to burst into tears. "You’ve all misunderstood. That’s not what I meant. I’ll delete the post right now. I’m so sorry for the trouble I’ve caused everyone and the professor."
Chloe Sinclair was utterly disgusted by her words.
"And that’s it?"
Chloe Sinclair watched the online discourse grow increasingly radical, her gaze fixed on Nina. "Just deleting the post?"
It finally registered with Nina Sinclair, and she began to tremble in fear.
She no longer dared to act as self-righteously as before. Realizing she had provoked the crowd’s anger, she shrank back.
When she processed Chloe’s words, she immediately shook her head and refused. "Absolutely not. If... if I apologize, I’ll definitely lose fans. Chloe, it wasn’t easy for me to get this far. You still have a father and a brother, but I have nothing. If I can’t establish myself in the entertainment industry, then I’ll... I’ll..."
Nina Sinclair trailed off, unable to continue as she imagined what her future might hold.
She looked at Chloe Sinclair with pleading eyes, hoping she would let her off the hook.
"You’ve got a lot of nerve."
With that, Chloe Sinclair walked around her and headed to her next class, backpack slung over her shoulder.
For a moment, Nina Sinclair couldn’t quite grasp what Chloe meant.
But the memory of Chloe’s condescending look just now, the frosty glint in her eyes, made Nina want to tear her to shreds.
’Why is the world so unfair?’
’If the heavens had already given her eighteen years of wealth and comfort, why snatch it all away so suddenly?’
’They had eighteen years of history together. Why was it that as soon as the real daughter appeared, she, the fake heiress, was cast aside and ignored?’
Nina Sinclair stared at Chloe Sinclair’s retreating back, her venomous glare looking as if it could burn holes right through it.
Just then, the phone in her pocket suddenly began to vibrate.
When Nina Sinclair saw it was her manager calling, her mood instantly plummeted.
’What is that old witch calling for at a time like this?’
Her manager was domineering, and Nina never got the upper hand with her.
Not daring to offend her, Nina Sinclair hesitated for a few seconds before answering the call.
But before she could even speak, a furious roar erupted from the other end of the line.
"Nina Sinclair, what the hell did you do?! Let me tell you something: the entertainment industry has no shortage of talent or looks. Who the fuck do you think you are? If you don’t want to be in this business anymore, then get the hell out! Don’t you dare ruin my reputation and the reputation of my other artists!"
Nina Sinclair was stunned by the shouting. Any anger she felt instantly vanished, replaced by a surge of terror that shot up from the pit of her stomach.
"Wh-what happened?"
"What happened? You have the nerve to ask me what happened? Go look at the comments on your Weibo post! If the company wasn’t suppressing the trending topics, you’d be waiting to get blacklisted by the authorities!"
Hearing the word "blacklisted," Nina Sinclair shuddered and subconsciously glanced at the students staring at her.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Nina Sinclair ran into a bathroom stall and locked the door firmly behind her. Only then did she cautiously pull out her phone to check Weibo.
When she saw how the tide had turned in the comments under her post, her heart sank. She knew she was finished.
