"What if... it isn’t her?" The bespectacled girl hesitated. "Should we... go ask her?"
"Are you stupid? The mont we ask, she’ll know sothing’s off." The short-haired girl rolled her eyes in response, her gaze once again landing on Irene Spencer. "It’s definitely her. She’s wearing a mask to avoid being recognized. Who in their right mind would wear a mask on such a hot night?"
"Exactly," the long-haired girl agreed. "Post a ssage in the group chat: we’ll surround her and not give her a chance to escape."
No sooner said than done, the short-haired girl imdiately took out her phone and posted a ssage in the Twitter Group.
A mont later, a dozen or so figures erged from a nearby path. They were all girls, so tall, so short, each carrying a bag of food.
The short-haired girl waved, and the crowd imdiately started moving from both sides towards Irene Spencer, who was sitting by the chair.
By the chair, Irene Spencer glanced at her watch. It was already 8:50 PM.
She imdiately took out her phone and called her assistant, Anabel Wilton.
"Has the journalist been notified?"
"Rest assured, they were notified an hour ago. They should be here by now. Be ready to stage your romantic scene!"
Anabel Wilton’s tone was teasing from the other end of the phone.
Reassured by Anabel’s confident tone, Irene Spencer let out a sigh of relief. Hearing footsteps, Irene glanced up to see a group of young girls, then imdiately looked back down at her phone.
Except for Kris Cooper, no one else interested her.
The short-haired girl approached, stopping three or four ters away. Still afraid she might have misidentified the person, she decided to call out.
"Vera!"
When Irene Spencer heard soone yell "Vera," she mistook it as "Irene" and looked up in surprise.
Seeing her reaction, the short-haired girl smirked coldly.
"Get her, girls!"
With that, she raised her hand and hurled an egg straight at Irene Spencer.
The egg flew through the air and smashed right onto Irene Spencer’s non-prescription glasses. CRACK! The shell broke, and gooey egg yolk splattered all over her face.
Stunned by the impact, Irene Spencer instinctively looked up.
With the short-haired girl taking the lead, the others imdiately joined in, ruthlessly launching their attack on Irene Spencer.
Eggs, tomatoes, and banana peels flew towards her. Among them were soda cans, water bottles, and even a half-eaten banana from God knows who.
"What... what are you doing? Stop... AHH!"
Irene Spencer tried to stand up and escape, but her high heels caused her to twist her ankle, and she tumbled to the ground.
Once they had thrown everything from their bags, the short-haired girl, still not satisfied, approached Irene Spencer again. She grabbed a can of spray paint and aid it directly at Irene’s hair before spraying.
"Despicable bitch, shaless little tramp! See if you dare cross our Irene again! Let tell you, whoever bullies our Irene has to answer to us!"
"Everyone, take photos! Let’s plaster her all over the internet and humiliate her!"
"Yeah, yeah, record a video!"
Laughing and cursing, the girls took out their phones and started recording videos and snapping photos of her.
Irene Spencer covered her face with her hands, enduring the pain as she struggled to push herself up from the ground.
"What... what are you all doing? I am Irene..."
Before she could steady herself, one of the girls walked up and shoved her. She staggered back a couple of steps, in so much pain she could barely stand, only to be pushed again by soone else from the side.
"Everyone knows you’re Vera! We’re here to beat *you*, Vera!"
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