Brielle's fans, who had been feeling defeated and ready to back down, suddenly found themselves ignited with a newfound sense of hope.

Brielle's blood boiled as she read the online rumors about herself. She felt like her phone was mocking her as she slammed it on the floor. The baseless allegations had quickly spiraled out of control, turning into a vicious war between rival fan groups.

While it wasn't unusual for fans to bicker, Brielle knew that if this negativity spread, it could seriously tarnish her reputation.

The controversy around her former assistant's ordeal with the sulfuric acid had only just died down, and now she was being dragged back into the eye of the storm by Daniela's zealous supporters.

She had been planning on treating herself to a day of pampering, but now all she could feel was anger and frustration, unable to shake off the cloud of negativity that seemed to follow her everywhere.

Brielle sprang out of bed with a scowl on her face, not even bothering to tend to her morning routine. She was in a foul mood, agitated by the rumors swirling around her.

"Have you been able to reach that Tea Spiller Y?" she demanded of her new assistant, Freda Sampson.

"Tell them to delete that post immediately and clear my name. If they want money, we'll give it to them!"

Freda was visibly shaken and flustered.

"I'm doing my best to contact the owner of that account, but we haven't received any response to our messages or emails yet."

Brielle's fiery gaze bummed with fury as she snatched Freda's phone from her trembling hand.

"Why haven't you reached Tea Spiller Y?" she barked.

"Let me see what you're doing. You can't even handle this simple task, you imbecile!"

With a flick of her fingers, Brielle accessed the phone's screen and her eyes widened with disbelief. The notorious Tea Spiller Y had blocked all their related accounts, effectively severing all lines of communication.

"Go and sue this Tea Spiller Y! For slander!" Brielle's voice boomed like thunder, filled with a venomous rage that could ignite a wildfire.

However, Freda's timid voice trembled with fear as she spoke.

"Brielle, I'm afraid it's difficult."

But instead of listening to her assistant's concerns, Brielle's fury only intensified.

She struck Freda's cheek hard, and her voice bellowed in a rage, "Are you teaching me how to do things?”

Freda recoiled in terror, shielding her face with trembling hands.