NovelEnglishOnline spectators could only watch in real tas the trending topic mysteriously vanished from their feeds. Many were perplexed, wondering what on earth had happened.
But no one dwelled on it for too long, instead, they reverted to poking fun at Stellar Stage Entertainment's official page.
Brielle had just wrapped up her morning tasks and was about to take a breather when Donny informed her that Kingston was back at it again-holding court with the press right at the doorstep of Stellar Stage Entertainment. Kingston was like gum stuck on a shoe, annoying and seemingly impossible to shake off. He'd cling to Brielle, exploiting her ffor all the attention and cash he could get, until she coughed up an eye-watering sum for alimony. Today, Kingston was in the ssuit as yesterday, playing the sob story for the reporters.
"Her mother's in the hospital, and now we're out of money for the bills. Brielle can't just stand by and watch her own mother suffer, can she? "I don't even have her phone number. Now that she's a big-shot CEO, it figures she wouldn't want anything to do with us. I don't blher, but she's got to at least meet with me, and have a heart-to-heart chat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"My demands are simple, a private conversation. Once we've settled things, I'll stop hounding her. After all, she's got my blood in her veins. It wouldn't be right for her to live in the lap of luxury while her own parents are scraping by on welfare, would it? We did bring her into this world, after all." Kingston's antics were truly nauseating, leveraging Brielle's public profile to stir up a media frenzy.
Brielle herself was watching the live interview, feeling a mix of annoyance and a touch of self-mockery. Deep down, she also felt a sting of embarrassment.
With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples.
Right then, Max called her up, asking what she was up to.
Not wanting to admit she was following the distressing news, Brielle fibbed. "Just prepping sdocuments. Got a meeting soon." "Brielle, I followed you. Could you followback?" She was taken aback, unsure what he meant by 'follow." Max felt a bit sheepish. It was his first tusing the app, and he was still figuring it out.
He'd sent Brielle a message on thebut hadn't received a reply. Patrick had told him she'd only notice his messages if she followed him back. Brielle was his only follow, and he hoped to be her only one too.
Because of these words, all Brielle's bad feelings shattered into pieces. She chuckled and flipped open her Twitter.
"Let's see, which one's you?" Max rattled off srandom string of characters, and Brielle hit the follow button. "Followed you, Mr. Dorsey. Did you call just to tellthis?" Her tone was teasing, but Max was dead serious. "I'll leave you comments, and make sure you respond." Brielle chuckled. "Sure, Mr. Dorsey, I'll remember that." After hanging up, Max stared at his jumbled username. He didn't even bother changing it, so he'd just stick with it.
For Brielle, her spirits soared. She didn't really use themuch, only downloading Twitter to engage in a spat with Amelia.
After firing off a few tweets, she hadn't opened it since.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, logging in, Brielle was swamped with messages she couldn't begin to sift through. She blocked the notifications to avoid distraction and then posted a new tweet.
[Thank you all for your concern. I have no intention of paying attention to external rumors, and I will refuse interviews from reporters. If you are truly interested in following celebrities, feel free to support the artists under Stellar Stage Entertainment. I will uphold the original mission of the MS entertainment company and present outstanding artists for the public.] She didn't miss the chance to plug her artists at the end of her statement.
Fans loved to build up their idols, only down to tear them down themselves. M Brielle didn't need that kind of heat.
Due to her statement, those nicknames prefixed with Stellar Stage Entertainment and the artists who had not yet debuted experienced a direct surge of one million followers.
believe The trainees in the dance studio, caught off-guard, could hardly belie it
Men and women alike were moved to tears, hugging each other tightly m They had not only survived their darkest days but were now bathing in a brilliant new dawn. How could they not be moved? х
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