With the aid of these two tweets, the one-sided comments were countered by dissenting voices. Cecilia and Lina's fans fiercely defended their respective idols, refusing to compromise. This ignited a heated debate on Twitter, quickly spreading across the internet. Examples of the acrimonious exchanges included:

"Cecilia's fans are disgusting. Anyone with an ounce of sense would see that. They're still trying to cover it up. I'll give them that, at least."

"Get out of here, you cowards! A cowardly idol has cowardly fans!"

"Yo, Cecilia, look at the crap your fans have done. I sincerely hope you flop."

"To those criticizing Cecilia's fans, are you blind? The fan club stated the man wasn't a Cecilia fan. That's a fact. How is that irresponsible?"

"Lina should be the one flopping. Deliberately trolling and creating this mess. Does she think people are idiots?"

The online battle raged fiercely, with neither side gaining a clear advantage.

At M Studio, Hattie monitored the online situation, periodically updating Gwenda.

"Gwenda, ever since Madeleine posted those tweets, everything's changed again."

Gwenda, seated at her desk, frowned, drumming her fingers rhythmically on the table before sneering. "She's only this openly aggressive because she's sure we can't provide evidence."

"It's awful!" Hattie exclaimed, gritting her teeth. "I've never seen anyone so shameless!"

"I'm guessing getting evidence from that man is impossible. Otherwise, Madeleine wouldn't be so cocky," Gwenda observed.

"Is there no other way?" Hattie asked anxiously.

Gwenda chuckled. "Don't panic. Lacking evidence doesn't stop us from creating it."

Hattie looked confused. "Creating evidence?"

Gwenda stood, smiling. "Come on, let's go to the police station."

"Okay."

They drove directly to the police station. Since no formal complaint had been filed, Gwenda, claiming to represent Cecilia, managed to see the man responsible for the red paint. Across the table, Gwenda studied the man, who appeared to be in his forties. Frowning, she asked, "You're a Cecilia fan?"

"That's right!" he replied confidently, regarding her with suspicion. "Who are you?"

"I'm Cecilia's manager. I'm here on Cecilia's behalf to ask you something."

The man looked confused. Gwenda went straight to the point. "Tell me the truth. Why did you do this?"

"Because I hate Lina Wood. She imitated Cecilia and caused trouble. People like her need a lesson!" He answered readily, seemingly a genuine Cecilia fan.

Gwenda raised an eyebrow. "You're idolizing celebrities at your age?"

Stunned, the man instantly became defensive. "What's wrong with my age? What rule says I can't have a favorite celebrity?"

"True," Gwenda smiled. "Since you're a Cecilia fan, how much do you know about her?"

The man hesitated. "I just recently found out about her, so I don't know her well."

Gwenda locked eyes with him. "Then, do you know when she was dubbed 'Every Man's Dream Girl'?"

He paused. "It must have been recently."

Gwenda's eyes twinkled. "Which of her songs have you listened to?"

" 'Hibernation,' it's my favorite."

"Haven't you heard 'White Night'?"

The man froze, then nodded. "Yes, I've listened to it. It's quite nice."

Gwenda's smile widened. "Yes, it's quite nice, isn't it?"

He chuckled. "I told you, I'm a Cecilia fan. How could I not have listened to her songs?"

He seemed pleased with himself. Hattie, beside Gwenda, couldn't help but laugh. "If you're going to pretend, at least try harder. When did Cecilia sing 'White Night'? And when was she called 'Every Man's Dream Girl'?"

The man was speechless, stunned.

"You're not a Cecilia fan."