Chapter: 911
Anyway, that did not matter because Maria was not even qualified to obtain a one-star badge!
And now, she was wearing a badge that had more than just one star! Everyone immediately jumped into a heated discussion.
“Well, I made a mistake there. Maria's indeed wearing a five-star badge of the Sheffield Writers’ Association."
“It's so embarrassing. I shouldn't have doubted you. I am sorry! And Maria, you shameless Liar!"
“How old is she? Isn't she only 2@ years old? She must be the youngest one to get that badge in the history of the Writer's Association! What a pity! This great five-star writer has not even released a single piece!"
After reading their comments, Vivian smiled with satisfaction.
“Vivian, who are you talking to?" Patricia asked curiously.
Vivian answered immediately, "The troll who is attacking Maria online!" Her fan would never have thought that she would just be a mindless troll in the heart of Vivian, her own idol!
“What? How could you know her?”
Patricia was stunned for a moment before she smiled.
“You should make good use of her then, but also be careful."
Vivian nodded and said, "Mom, don't worry. I only gave her my spare number.”
After working in the entertainment industry for over a year, Vivian knew how to protect herself well.
Vivian had more than one account on Twitter and other social media, and she also had several phone numbers. Even if she gave her fans her number, she would never give away her private number.
After Maria was taken down, Vivian would immediately stop using that number
That way, she would remain unscathed, no matter what happened later. At that moment, her fan sent her another text...
“Polly, do you need me to do anything else?"
Vivian replied, "No, thanks.
I'm really happy to have a loyal fan like you."
In a villa in Sheffield, a physically fit man was working out in the gym.
Holding a dumbbell in one hand, Jack checked his phone with the other.
“It's bullshit, isn't it?" he said in a rhetorical manner. Then, he put down the dumbbell and walked over to a treadmill.
"Mr. Wilson, they are slandering Miss Jenkins online," said Jack in a muffled tone.
“Oh?" Hearing this, Anthony was puzzled. He turned off the treadmill and sat down in a wheelchair nearby, crossing his legs.