Reading Juicy Gossip in Her Mind
Chapter 111: My House Is Not a Dumpster
Danielle was the kind of person who would swallow her own blood rather than let it spill; she never allowed others to see her weakness. She sequestered herself in her room, shutting out all communication and waiting for the tumultuous night to pass. She knew she had lost this round, but she wouldn't admit defeat. One day, she would get even.
After a sleepless night, as dawn broke, she applied her makeup, unlocked her phone, and prepared for work and the transition tasks ahead. The moment she powered it on, her phone was bombarded with messages.
Danielle sneered. She assumed it was one of Maverick's obsessive fans, managing to call just as she turned on her phone. However, the messages were from the company. A notification for a trending Twitter topic popped up: "Shocking! A Tumultuous Love Triangle. This is the Actual Truth!" Danielle was the scapegoat. The question posed was whether last night's livestream aimed to incite fans to cyberbully the manager and divert attention from the conflict. The tweet named "Two-faced Maverick," "the cuckold king Hendrick," and "Mirabelle, master at leading people on."
This drastic shift in the trending topic took Danielle aback. She immediately opened Twitter to find explosive headlines dominating the hot searches. Just an hour ago, at 7:30 a.m., during rush hour, two marketing accounts had released videos capitalizing on last night's events, igniting the internet.
Danielle's eyes widened as her phone rang incessantly. It was the company's vice president. This blow directly impacted three key revenue generators. "Danielle, did you cause this?"
Danielle said coldly, "If I could, I would have acted last night."
"Forget it," he said. "Go to Maverick's place and find him. We can't reach him; you need to discuss how to resolve this."
Danielle laughed coldly while cleaning her car. "We terminated our contract; his crises are none of my business!"
"But you nurtured him! How can you be so heartless?"
"Ah yes, yes, yes, I'm the most heartless," Danielle retorted.
The vice president seemed taken aback. "Have you made up your mind to not care anymore?"
"My home isn't a dump. I don't sort trash."
The vice president could only say, "At the very least, remove your post from last night."
Danielle laughed. "That's my social media account. I'll do as I please. It's none of your business!" She'd been framed and had to defend herself. Why delete it? She needed to remind fans of their idol's despicable actions. Not only would she not delete it, but she would also enable comments. She wouldn't let down those who'd helped her; she'd add fuel to the fire.
She thought only Team A-list might have the videos and help. She grabbed her handbag and, like the professional agent she was, headed to Christopher's agency. Despite the early hour, the online buzz was as intense as the previous night.
(Several netizen comments follow, cleaned up for readability and consistency.)
Netizen 1: What did I just witness? Mirabelle kissed Maverick, then Hendrick! Is this a peaceful breakup?
Netizen 2: The relationship between these three is baffling.
Netizen 3: Mirabelle's breakup with Maverick was forced. But why?
Netizen 4: She was too afraid to offend someone—a coward preying on the weak. The manager was right.
Netizen 5: It was a setup! Blaming the agent for the script? Appearances can be deceiving.
Netizen 6: Danielle tried to spare us that cringeworthy scene. She failed.
Netizen 7: Luckily, the manager terminated the contract. She's free!
Netizen 8: I was writing a critique of the agent when I saw this!
Netizen 9: I recommended them to my friends! My face hurts from embarrassment!
Netizen 10: There's too much wrong. I refuse to suffer alone!
Maverick's apartment door was pounded frantically. Maverick's assistant, Mirabelle's assistant, and Hendrick's agent blocked the entrance, clutching their phones, drenched in sweat, and ashen-faced. No one opened the door.
Finally, Mirabelle, sleeping downstairs, was roused by the noise. She awoke with a hangover, recalled something, and quickly got out of bed. The bed was empty—a sigh of relief. The noise intensified. She straightened up, went to the door, and peered through the peephole. Recognizing the visitors, she opened the door, frowning. "What's with all this racket? Keep it down!"
"Something's happened, Mira!"
"Where's Hendrick?!"
"Where's Maverick?!"
The simultaneous questions bewildered Mirabelle. "Hendrick's gone. Maverick's upstairs. What's going on?"
"Hendrick didn't go back! His shoes are still here!" his manager exclaimed.
Mirabelle was stunned.
"Mira, there's a serious problem! Check your phone!" Mirabelle's assistant handed her the phone.
She saw the two videos, trending topics, and comments
(Several netizen comments follow, cleaned up for readability and consistency.)
Netizen 1: I wouldn't have known my hardworking idol is like this
Netizen 2: She's shameless! She cheated and manipulated Hendrick!
Netizen 3: Don't worry, Hendrick's fans. Maybe he likes that. Every jack has its jill.
Netizen 4: I'm disgusted. They should leave the industry.
Netizen 5: The breakup five years ago was forced. I sympathize with them.
Netizen 6: You're naive. She's a manipulator. Only a fool like Maverick would believe her.
From the moment Mirabelle saw the first video, her face turned deathly pale. Her lips trembled. "How could this happen? How could this happen?" she repeated, in disbelief.
The comments exposed her inner thoughts, shaming her. Her carefully crafted persona seemed to collapse. She had slandered Terrence in the video. If he saw this
The color drained from her face. She trembled. It was over.
Panicked, she scrambled upstairs to the master bedroom. The others followed.
Mira burst through the door. "Maverick, something terrible has happened!"
(The final paragraph remains largely unchanged.)
During a rare family breakfast, everyone was engrossed in a lively discussion about the morning's delightful news. However, Isabella's sudden emotional outburst startled them, almost causing them to drop their cutlery.