Chapter 134: An Eventful Night for the Entertainment Industry

If the leak is true, her final words seemed directed at those who ousted her from the industry. No wonder she spoke with such genuine emotion; it was a great injustice. If someone leaked this, it must be true. All the evidence exists; why did it only surface now? Did she lack support before, making any exposure futile? Now, however, she has Justice Upholder's backing.

You guessed it. I found an old police report filed by an actress, dismissed due to insufficient evidence. The news was suppressed, so few netizens knew about it. Those who did dismissed it as a publicity stunt. I didn't criticize her then, perhaps making me more tolerant than 90% of netizens. I found the news odd then—how could a small-time actress bring down a company? It seemed illogical. Some things remain unchanged: if you can't handle it, don't blame the woman.

Shifting blame invites criticism, proving incompetence. Blaming a woman, however, leaves her defenseless. After all, men supposedly do everything for women, don't they?

As someone in finance, she's the perfect scapegoat. Poor management, not the film investments, caused the near-bankruptcy. Aha! More revelations from D-list actresses claiming the CEO exploited them. He's a repeat offender!

I regret supporting the CEO's wife online. Her husband drugged people, and she tried to ruin reputations. They're villains! We must bring them down!

Which corporation is it? It's gone public? We can't let a villain's stock thrive!

Instantly, the company's accounts faced cyberbullying. Employees, watching a variety show, received urgent calls demanding crisis management. Their statements were futile; Team A-list and Justice Upholder's influence was overwhelming. They experienced the actress's despair. They couldn't imagine the stock market's impact.

The CEO's wife, staring blankly at her phone, paled. The CEO stormed in, slapping her. "What were you thinking?!" he roared. "You pushed it too far! Now we're ruined!"

Many live stream comments apologized to the actress. Taylor and Riley sighed in relief. The swift shift in public opinion surprised them. Team A-list's narrative control was impressive; they suppressed opposition using the live broadcast's popularity and were prepared for every countermove. Their supporting actor choices were clearly well-considered.

Then, as for those remaining…

(The following section about Pompey, Cleopatra, Bahamut, and Kasiya appears to be a separate, unrelated piece and needs further context to be integrated.)

…the series of acts all shared the same principle—there was never such a thing as a femme fatale. Countless emperors and heroes were surrounded by beautiful women. Their presence never caused a kingdom's downfall; labeling a beautiful woman as such is inaccurate.

Naturally, while the live audience watched the performance, online netizens anticipated the unfolding drama. Simultaneously watching and surfing the web, they were incredibly busy, causing the system to crash repeatedly, forcing them to switch platforms.

Each actress's appearance sparked controversy. The initial twist reduced the subsequent actresses' suffering; everyone assumed they'd also been wronged. They spontaneously investigated, gathered information, and refuted arguments. Anonymous tips unearthed buried truths.

Those who'd pretended to be victims were exposed. Countless phones rang—some attempting damage control, others making threats, pleas for mercy, or bribes. It was too late; they'd covered up too well. The wrongdoers didn't know who would take the stage. They watched as the truth emerged.

Renowned directors and actors, male and female, were implicated. No one could stop the snowballing public opinion. Those who refuted were isolated by revelations of their own misdeeds, creating a domino effect. The smart ones hid, but everyone was connected; no one escaped.

Taylor and Riley turned off their phones, monitoring trending comments, relieved their team wasn't criticized. They needed to inform Danielle; it was their team's challenge, and Isabella's appearance was inevitable. Using those actresses was pushing it.

Danielle received the message and looked at Isabella, engrossed in and chuckling at her phone.

"Bella," Rosalie exclaimed, showing Isabella something amusing on her phone. "Damn, did Team A-list find these wronged actresses? This is like charity work!"

Isabella thought, "It fits the performance theme and does good, conveniently covering Isabella's weakness. I chose well joining Isabella's fandom. I've done good tonight." Isabella thought, "Justice Upholder seems good, but credit goes to Danielle for uncovering wrongfully accused artists with solid evidence. This is hitting three birds with one stone: clearing names, elevating the performance, and paving the way for new agency members."

Hayden had pleaded with Danielle, fearing offending the industry, but Danielle was adamant. Isabella changed from her costume to modern attire. Danielle said, "It's time. There are live acts left."

Isabella prepared. "How's Rebecca doing?"

Danielle said, "I thought her reputation would improve, and someone would help. Impromptu performances are challenging; she might fail. But I've paved the way; signing her later shouldn't be difficult." Isabella nodded. She noticed Rebecca making indignant phone calls. Isabella felt guilty.

On stage, the lights flickered. Before her script, Isabella cried out and fell off the stage.

This revised version corrects grammar, punctuation, and spelling errors, improves sentence structure, and enhances clarity and flow. The seemingly unrelated historical interlude remains as it was presented in the original, awaiting further contextual information.