Chapter 142: Chapter 142: What Kind of International Joke Is This
Ethan Kingsley walked onto the stage with a spring in his step. His left hand was tucked in his pocket, his right held a microphone, and his expression was jaunty, giving him the air of a classic playboy.
The spotlight followed his every move, making him the dazzling center of attention and causing the hearts of clueless young women to flutter.
"Ah, Young Master Kingsley is so handsome!"
"Young Master Kingsley might be a bit of a womanizer, but he’s just so handsome. He can totally afford to be one!"
"As a total sucker for a pretty face, I’d love Young Master Kingsley even if he is a player, hehehe..."
"Me too! If I had Young Master Kingsley’s looks, I’d be an even bigger player than him!"
The girls saying these things were all internet influencers and bloggers with hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of fans. Because their status wasn’t high enough, they couldn’t stand at the very front.
Claire Sinclair stood to the side, hearing their every word with perfect clarity and feeling a bit helpless.
In this materialistic era, the internet was flooded with all sorts of trashy videos, web dramas, comics, and web novels that idolized foreign trends and promoted materialism. When young people consumed too much of this content, their values were bound to be affected.
’At that moment, she was struck by a profound sense of mission. Public opinion can’t be controlled, but it can be guided. I have to write more positive things when I get back.’
’Even if I can’t awaken those who are asleep, I have to shatter their warped values.’
Just as she was lost in her own little world, a blinding spotlight suddenly fell on her.
Claire Sinclair instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes as a man’s voice, amplified by the microphone, echoed in her ears:
"This beautiful young lady—her beauty, her aura, and her substance—is a perfect fit for the core values of M2L. Even if she comes from a humble background, as long as she has confidence, she is the most beautiful Cinderella. And only Cinderella can defeat the queen to become the happiest woman in the world."
After speaking, Ethan Kingsley flashed the girl a wicked smile.
The glaring light didn’t move, so Claire Sinclair didn’t dare lower her hand. ’She had a vague, ominous feeling.’
Amidst the crowd’s hisses and murmurs, Ethan Kingsley announced with a flourish—
"For this year’s domestic brand ambassador for M2L, I have decided to forgo using a celebrity and will instead select this lucky Cinderella as our spokesperson. I hope that every woman who uses M2L products can realize her own dreams. Whether you want to be an inspirational Cinderella or a headstrong queen—the choice is yours."
Hearing this, Claire Sinclair abruptly dropped her hand.
She glanced quickly from side to side. Her surroundings were dark; she was the only one illuminated by the light.
’So, this lucky Cinderella that Ethan Kingsley chose... he couldn’t possibly be talking about me, could he?’
’What kind of cosmic joke is this?!’
Claire Sinclair was about to protest, but others beat her to it.
"On what grounds?!"
"What’s wrong with Selene Haw? Since when is it some Z-list influencer’s turn to be the spokesperson?"
"Even if it’s not Selene Haw, Elara Vaughn would be a great fit too!"
"If they really make that newcomer the spokesperson, I’ll never touch the M2L brand again!"
"Me too! I’m so pissed off!"
...
’As if I even want to be the spokesperson.’ Finding a sudden burst of courage, Claire Sinclair took a deep breath and shouted, "Sorry, I don’t—"
Before she could finish, she was brutally cut off by another wave of protests. "Hey, Selene Haw was so angry she left!"
"Of course! If it were me, I’d have stormed off in anger too."
"Isn’t she dating Ethan Kingsley? I can’t believe Young Master Kingsley didn’t choose her..."
"My head is spinning. What is going on?"
The commotion on that side hadn’t even died down when another uproar started elsewhere: "Ah, Elara Vaughn left too!"
