Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
The voices on the internet were boiling over. This involved so many artists at once, so everyone no
longer played dead to watch the show and came out to issue statements.
There were all kinds of lawyer letters and clarification being posted online.
Almost all of them used the same format. They were from the same law firm.
The artists’ attitudes were not ambiguous. After all, there was no way to change the situation. Thus,
they could only say that they did not know about this and retained the right to pursue the case.
[Viola Magazine is such a nasty organization that’s utterly despicable! How dare you do this to our
idols?!]
[I didn’t expect that Harvey was really wronged! Viola Magazine, where are you now? Why aren’t you
being smug to kill his career?]
[That old hag editor-in-chief Viola Zeigler wanted to sleep with Harvey? Hahahaha! Gross!]
[I really admire Harvey! He’s a real man. He didn’t explain anything after he was wronged. His
tolerance is really something!]
[Harvey has a good backer. Fortunately, Goddess Nicole is there! Otherwise, what can Harvey do?]
[Harvey can really stand up to this despicable woman!
I now fully believe that he didn’t abuse his wife. After all, he didn’t even come out to explain such a
wrongful thing, so I think his domestic violence case didn’t even happen.] [Why didn’t other idols do the
same as Harvey and refuse to shoot naked? Is it the responsibility of the photographer alone that these
nudes are exposed?
Why didn’t anyone think about why those artists would give in? Did those artists sleep with that old
hag? It’s scarier the more I think about it!] [I’m shipping Goddess Nicole and Harvey! At first, Harvey
didn’t want to set Nicole up, and Nicole didn’t let them bully Harvey. They’re such confidants…] [This
damned Viola Magazine! Those who shot their cover are really unlucky. Are all magazines like this with
such unspoken rules?]
Viola Zeigler, the editor-in-chief of Viola Magazine, was in her car not far from the office. She was
wearing sunglasses as she looked at the doorway which was surrounded by people.
She anxiously called one contact after another, but no one answered.
“I usually have so many friends, but now, none of them can be counted on?”
Better yet, she called the photographer’s phone indignantly.
“Look at what you’ve done! Those photos are for us to keep something over those artists, yet you just
send them out like this? Those artists are gonna kill us!” The photographer was drunk last night. When
the photographer was drinking, one of his friends from his hometown, who was also his new
apprentice, wanted to see the rules of the business. Thus, the photographer added his apprentice to
the group chat and sent over those photos.
In the past, the photographer sent such photos, but no one screenshotted them. Now…
The photographer was dizzy, and his head was aching. His phone was about to blow up, and he had
his hands full with the mess online. He was panicking. His friends began to quit the group chat one by
one, no doubt trying to get rid of their connection with him. “Boss, the most important thing now is that
the trending topics must be withdrawn. That way, the public opinion can gradually die down.”
Viola Zeigler said, “Do I still need you to tell me this?! The first thing I did was to contact the person in
charge of the platform. They simply don’t care and straight up told me that someone authorized them to
keep this trending topic on for a full day!” The photographer’s face went white. One full day… What did
that mean?
It meant that no matter what kind of PR he did, it would not help one bit. It meant that those people
would eat him alive.
The photographer immediately hung up the phone and went to contact his hometown friend that he had
just met.
The more he thought about it, the weirder it felt. ’This thing must’ve had something to do with that drink
last night…’
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