At last, the video concluded.

With a numb expression, Clare turned off the video. Almost robotically, she refreshed her profile page every couple of moments.

Her follower count kept dwindling.

Simultaneously, her comments were swamped by criticism...

When Clare noticed her Twitter followers had dwindled to ten thousand, she delved into the comments section.

"How could I have ever followed someone so vile? This might be the biggest regret of my life!”

“Isn't Clare's voice prominent? And her acting could rival any movie star!"

“I can't believe how Cara was treated. No assistant deserves that kind of humiliation. Someone ought to be feeling deeply remorseful!"

“Who dares to say that Cara has a connection with the organizers again, huh? Have you ever witnessed someone well-connected getting mistreated this way?"

"Maria's restraint is commendable. Had I been in her place, I'd have given Clare a piece of my mind!"

“Well, the rumor about Clare's secret Twitter account has been proved to be true! Clare Morgan, you've played your drama queen role to perfection! You even fooled your supporters!"

Reading the online backlash, Clare went nuts.

A sinister smile crawled across her face.

She wanted to make things favor her again by telling people things weren't as they seemed.

Everyone faltered, right? She just tripped up in a way many might in her shoes. If they gave her another chance, then she would make it right.

In her mind, if she mended her ways, people would see her sincerity and cease their harsh judgments.

Gaining comfort from her thoughts, Clare began drafting a clarifying tweet.

Yet, as she touched the send button, it failed.

She tried refreshing her profile page, only for it to go blank.

Her carefully curated profile picture vanished.

ALL her followers and the likes were gone.

Her bio reset to a default setting.

ALL the previous posts were removed.

A bold message displayed on her screen.