Chapter 1038: Chapter 1038: I’m Going to Look for Her
Tiffany Lynch had become the benchmark everyone wanted to emulate, a beacon of justice with a heart as beautiful as her appearance.
Most people eagerly followed in her footsteps to seize the moral high ground, condemning those who held opposing or neutral views.
——"This time I’m with Tiffany Lynch. She’s absolutely right," one said.
——"Who cares if he’s really begging or not? What if it’s true? Aren’t you pushing him to his death by saying that?" another mentioned.
——"I’ve started to like Tiffany Lynch, so I’ve decided to dump ’The Kite’ movie tickets and support ’The Palace Wall’ instead," chimed in another.
——"You can see a person’s true character in the details, so those earlier stories about Tiffany Lynch swapping tickets and beating people up might also be slander," one speculated.
——"Hannah Winter is amazing, to have done so well in the entertainment industry. She must have a strong backer. Let’s dig this up, everyone!" another suggested.
——"If you can help, just help. They’re so pitiful, surely they wouldn’t scam you like this," one commenter argued.
——"I’m just here for the drama, waiting for the situation to flip. Is it a bit much to say it’s definitely true?" expressed a cautious observer.
——"What reversal could there possibly be? Those who support Hannah Winter and Hannah herself are trash. Hannah Winter, get out of the entertainment industry!" one raged.&@#￥%...
That same night, influenced by public opinion, many had chosen to return their movie tickets for ’The Kite,’ predicting that the next day’s box office and attendance rate would be severely affected.
Others, driven by a desire for revenge, frantically left negative reviews under the movie, deliberately giving it low ratings and tagging the official accounts, demanding the film to be pulled from theaters.
This was considered a spectacle in the history of cinema.
Not long after seeing the news, Jack Stewart immediately rushed back, first calling Hannah’s current agent.
The moment he spoke, he could not help but burst out angrily, "What on earth are you doing? You should have immediately denied the allegations as soon as they surfaced, to take the initiative instead of sitting around waiting for unreasonable vilification. Don’t you know to call me if you don’t know what to do? Have you all lost your minds?"
It was the first time Jack Stewart had ever lost his temper to this degree.
Although the movie had already been released, there were still many issues piling up on his desk.
He had thought that taking a few days off wouldn’t lead to any serious trouble.
But now, the situation had nearly turned into an uproar.
The agent on the other end didn’t dare to speak. Indeed, this situation was beyond everyone’s expectations and was a result of their negligence.
Jack Stewart tried to control his temper, "Where’s Hannah?"
The agent hesitated badly before admitting after a long while, "We can’t reach her by phone."
Jack Stewart couldn’t help but curse under his breath, then said, "Then send someone to her house to look for her."
"But she sent us a message, telling us not to worry about this matter and to just wait," the agent responded.
"She told you to wait and you just waited?" Jack Stewart punched the steering wheel and floored the accelerator, "Fine, I’ll go find her."
*
Jack Stewart got off the freeway and called Hannah’s home.
The housekeeper answered, saying that Hannah had gone out early in the morning and hadn’t mentioned where; she hadn’t returned thus far.
Jack Stewart hung up the phone, agitated, and drove back, not taking the wide avenues but purposely taking the back roads.
After driving for nearly an hour and passing by the riverside, he finally spotted the familiar figure.
The slender silhouette was like a wild rose blooming alone in the peaceful mountain, surrounded by the deepening night. The breeze stirred, as if she could be swept away by the wind at any moment.
In the vast sky, there was nothing to hold on to.
Jack Stewart’s initial fury was instantly quenched with a bucket of ice water.
Once he calmed down, he only felt irritated.
Through the car window, he thought of the comforting words he’d need to say to her, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind could only picture that frail silhouette.
