I read all kinds of comments on me on the Internet, saying that I come to the show as a writer through the back door, and that I bullied people and so on.
There are even pictures of me and Avril on the Internet. The photo only shows my back and Avril is looking cautious and scared, which is quite different from her domineering look at the time.
The comments on the Internet are biased in her favor.
It says that I have some background. The netizens even dig up the fact that James was there to help me hold the press conference.
“You know what, I have contact with Carl Nida for work reasons. She is really difficult get on with and she almost drives me crazy. Luckily, I have already left the press; otherwise I wouldn’t have dared to come here and expose the news.”
“I was on the spot. Oops, she is so scary. I don’t know what to do.”
“Our Avril can’t be bullied like this! Get the crap writer out of showbiz!”
Others echo, and the topic of Carl Nida getting out of showbiz becomes a hot search.
I sneer in the heart. I have not entered the entertainment scene. How could I get out?
Well, it’s clear to know who is behind the curtain. The news is really embarrassing.
“Won’t you explain?” Winnie calls me and asks, “I know you, and I don’t think you are such a person. But if you don’t explain yourself, it is easy to be misunderstood and your reputation will be ruined.”
I am not to be anxious, and smile, “Well, let’s see. It’s not in a hurry. Someone wants to hype by using me. I know it clearly.”
“Ok, but you have to deal with it, or it will be very difficult to clean up your image once it’s been identified.” Winnie is worried about me.
After chatting for a while, I hang up the phone, thinking about it all the time.
I am just being taken advantage of, and the one is obviously Avirl. I only met her once. How did I offend her?
“Help me investigate Avirl.” I send a message to Young.
Young is someone I employ to mediate for me in all kinds of things, and he helped me find out about the information about Isabel.
Soon Young replies.
I look at the results of the survey and snort.
Sure enough, Avril and Salome are sisters.
Avril is her stage name. Her real name is Christine.
I see.
She’s taking it out on me for her sister.
There is a lot of abuse on the Internet, because James has a fiancée, and I am the mistress. I look through the pages of comments and feel incredibly calm.
I know how to do it.
In fact, the way to do this well is to let the situation come back to life.
But soon, the hot search disappears.
I rummage for it doubtfully, but there is no trace left.
It’s strange.
James comes back at night. He glances at me, and says, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
James stares at me for a moment, and says, “Fine.”
Is it possible that James knows about the hot search, but in my mind, James is not the kind of person who can check Twitter. He is unlikely to know about it.
I shake my head, perhaps because I thought too much.
At night, James wants to say something but doesn’t say anything, tossing around and unable to sleep.
I poke him, and he says impatiently, “Go to sleep!”
“You are unreasonable. How can I sleep if you toss like this?” I give James a push and turn my back angrily.
James sits up angrily, with his eyes fixing on me and says, “Are you sure you have nothing to say to me?”
“Are you bored? I don’t know what I’m going to say to you! What are you doing?” I yell at James in anger at being made to sleep badly.
“Fine!” James shakes his head, lies down and rolled over. “Sleep!”
I turn my back to him in anger.
I didn’t sleep sound all night, and the more I think about it, the worse it gets. What’s wrong with James? What is he mad at me for?
It’s annoying!
When I wake up in the morning, I couldn’t open my eyes. If it weren’t for the alarm clock, and I have to go to the film scene, I would have stayed in bed.
I touch beside me. There is nobody.
When did James get up, I have no idea. He must still be angry.
But why is he angry? I lie on the bed wondering, and still couldn’t figure it out.
Well, forget it. I’m angry, and I didn’t sleep well all night.
After washing and dressing, I go to the studio.
As soon as the car reaches the door, I find the door is surrounded by people.
When I am about to get out of the car, my phone rings.
“Where are you?” It’s Winnie.
“I’m already at the door, but why are there so many people?”
I get out of the taxi while talking on the phone.
“Hey! Don’t show up! These people are looking for you and asking for an explanation.” Winnie’s words just fall, the people at the door see me, and rush to me immediately.
“It’s too late.” I say, “They’ve found me.”
A group of people are holding a sign to scold me.
“It is this bitch who has wronged our Avril! That’s her!” A man who takes the lead holds a sign and curses me.
“What do you want?” I watch them warily.
Immediately someone stands out and says, “Apologize, apologize to our Avril!”
I look at him coldly and say nothing.
“Avril has never been so wronged! It blames you! You make her suffer grievance! You have to apologize. If you don’t apologize, you have to be out of here!” The man waves his arms as if he were making a speech.
“Apology! Apology! Apology!”
The sound gets louder and louder.
I laugh and say, “Why should I apologize? It isn’t me who is wrong?”
That fan is furious, pointing at me and scold, “You hurt her! How could you be shameless?! Avril is pure and kind! It’s you! You’re a bitch! Bitch!”
“Bitch! Apology! Bitch! Apology!”
“If you have the ability to take down the hashtag, you should have the power to shut us up!”
Everyone is pointing at me and cursing, and I am surrounded by them.
The security guards come out, trying to keep fans away. This is no doubt that it stimulates them.
Someone throws a water bottle at me.
I am scared out of my wits.
“Don’t be afraid!”
A reassuring sound suddenly reaches my ears and I am pulled into warm arms.
I hit my head against his chest and hear his powerful heartbeat.
There is a bang and the water bottle hits him on the head.
“James!” I look up at him nervously.
James curls his lips and says, “I’m fine.”
I look at the way he cares about me. I look at him who stares at everyone fiercely.
“I will spare no one who has hurt you.” James tightens his face.
He protects me step by step out of the crowd.
I am completely relieved when we reach a safe place.
“Are you all right? James still looks at me nervously, inspecting me until he sees that I am fine.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
James glares at me. “I am worried about you.”
Then it dawns on me that James has been worried about this last night.
“Is that what you wanted to ask last night?” I ask tentatively.
James doesn’t look at me. “Why are you so thoughtless?”
“No, I just didn’t know you’d known it. I thought that I didn’t have to tell you when it’s all settled.” I pull James’s sleeve, and ingratiate with him, “Don’t be angry, ok?”
James softens a little. He takes my hand and says, “Will you tell me whatever happens to you in the future? Your business is not unnecessary. It is of the utmost importance to me, you understand?”
He looks at me nervously and holds me tightly in his hand.
I nod, suddenly feel sad.
What if I tell you everything and ask you to solve everything for me, and I become more and more dependent on you? What shall I do when the day comes when you are tired of me and I must leave?
I’ll be sick to death.
“Shall I go in with you? James says.
“I shake my head and say,” No, I can do it myself. It is not good for you to involve in this matter.
“It’s fine. I invest in it.” James looks stubbornly at me.
“Let me deal with it myself. I don’t want to depend on you for everything. Isn’t it just a matter of time before you leave me?” I say.
James’s face turns gloomy and says, “I’m leaving.”
I look at him with a sigh.
At the door, he looks back at me and says, “Carolina, have you got a heart? You’ve become more heartless that before.”
With that, he strides off.
I stand on the spot and smile sadly. Yes, I have changed a lot, but I am forced to do so. If I do not become stronger, I will only be more miserable.
I pause for a moment and go into the studio.
“Has Avril come?” I stop one of the workers and ask.
She points to the distance and says, “Yes, she is over there.”
“Yes, thank you.” I say.
Now I’m definitely not someone to be bullied.
Avril is pulling Barry, looking happily.
Barry frowns at her.
I walk over. Barry smiles when he sees me and says, “Here you are.”
I nod to him.
Avirl immediately says in a strange tone, “Oh, here comes our great screenwriter. How was your day yesterday?”
I affectionately take her arm and say, “Very good. Avril, shall we go there to have a chat?”
I smile, but I pull her hard to the corner.
“What’s wrong?! Avril also smiles, and doesn’t turn hostile.
I drag her to a quiet spot where there are no cameras.
I raise my hand and slap her on the face.
“Ah!” Avril shrieks.