Abigail was hurt by the haters who wrote and spread hateful posts to slander her. She had endured storms of criticism, but she couldn’t help but feel hurt and alone.

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Since her debut, every step she took was under intense scrutiny. Even the smallest mistakes were magnified.

“Ms. Fox, as the film studio’s ambassador, don’t you owe an explanation to your coworkers and the audience?”

Abigail clutched the microphone, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to maintain her smile in front of the camera.

The relentless reporters pressed on.

“Ms. Fox, explain yourself!”

“Yeah, Ms. Fox! This needs proper addressing. You’re an artist under Imperial Media, yet you became the ambassador for the Thompson Group. All the other artists except you fell ill on the day of the film studio’s opening. Was there a power struggle behind the scenes?”

“Ms. Fox, we want to know the truth!”

composed and glanced around the

“But this is the red carpet, and other artists are coming behind me. I can’t delay their time. I apologize

are you

I’m brushing things off?” A sharp voice

heart clenched as she looked toward the source

crowd like a valiant battle angel

plans to brush

remaining reporters focused their cameras on Jacob, sensing that extraordinary news

“Sir, you’re…”

was wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses. “I am

Abigail’s

an artist or their company

put down

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