"I dare not," she whimpered, like a small animal cowering before a predator.

Brielle settled herself onto the sofa, snorting with frustration as she perused the never-ending stream of comments flooding the phone.

The public opinion warfare had escalated into an all-out battle, with new combatants joining the fray every minute. Fans of both Brielle and Daniela were hurling insults, while passersby watched the spectacle with glee. The situation was only exacerbated by the presence of trolls, gleefully stoking the flames of the conflict.

As she scrolled through the comments, Brielle's face twisted with anger. Daniela's fans were spitting venom at her, but what was truly infuriating was the stupid confidence of her own fans. They had said that Brielle didn't give a damn about the opportunity to play the first supporting role and that she had only agreed to act in the film because of her connection to Winslow.

Brielle was in a state of boiling rage, so infuriated that she felt like tearing her hair out. She tossed the phone aside and fanned herself with both hands as if trying to extinguish the flames of anger that were burning her up.

"These idiots are doing nothing but causing trouble!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

Her gaze fell upon the cowering form of Freda, who was trembling in the corner.

Brielle rounded on her new assistant, her voice heavy with scorn and disdain, "What happened to my orders to calm down my fans and silence them? Have you succeeded in doing anything right? You're a total imbecile!"

Freda braced herself to explain, "Just as things were simmering down, a bunch of fans started acting up, claiming that you had some influential figure backing you and that you had nothing to fear.”

Brielle pointed a finger at her own face, saying, "I have nothing to fear?”

The rage inside her boiled over, and she exploded into a fit of laughter.

"If 1 were not afraid of anyone, would I be sitting here so helpless? Who the hell is spreading these lies?”

Freda swallowed nervously, barely daring to speak above a whisper.

"Perhaps there are some fans who are deliberately stoking the flames."

Brielle sneered, her eyes burning with fury, "I've already suspected that someone is pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Whoever it is better watch their back, or they'll feel my wrath."

In a frigid voice, Brielle tightened her grip on the cup before violently hurling it to the floor, the shattered pieces spraying water everywhere like a fountain of fury.

Fearing the wrath of her boss, Freda quickly sidestepped to avoid the splashing water. She had been on edge ever since becoming Brielle's assistant, enduring constant stress and hardship.

"Perhaps we should post a clarification that you will be playing the second supporting role, not the most important supporting role?" Freda timidly suggested, hoping to appease Brielle's temper.

Ina fit of rage, Brielle unleashed a torrent of scathing words.

"How clueless can you be? The contract explicitly forbids any leak or disclosure before the official announcement. It doesn't matter if it's the netizens that spread the rumor.