The journalists imdiately turned around, got into their cars, and pursued them for follow-up reports.
anwhile, they also connected with their respective dia outlets, all set to release this news as quickly as possible.
Even before Irene Spencer could get to the hospital, the news had already been released on XX Website.
"Irene attacked by a mob, disgraced and wretched as a stray dog."
Subsequently, two other websites and dia outlets, not to be outdone, quickly followed suit, publishing their own stories about Irene Spencer.
To grab attention, they each focused on different sensational angles.
"Irene attacked, suspected of offending shadowy figures."
"Irene tried to bribe journalists; when it failed, she called them dogs."
"Big Exposé: The Unspeakable Secrets of Low-Key Superstar Irene."
...
In the entertainnt industry, there’s a saying: never offend journalists.
This ti, it served as the best example.
Irene Spencer had intentionally leaked the news, summoning these journalists to secretly photograph her rendezvous with Kris Cooper.
However, the plan backfired. Not only did she fail to achieve her goal, but she also brought trouble upon herself, becoming the center of a dia storm.
As soon as these stories broke, journalists sward to the hospital where she was being treated. The ergency room was packed with more reporters than a typical press conference.
anwhile, her assistant, Anabel Wilton, was at Irene’s apartnt, sipping her red wine and wearing one of Irene’s designer dresses.
The phone rang while Anabel was sitting in front of Irene’s vanity mirror, trying on one of her lipsticks.
Seeing it was a call from a journalist at a certain newspaper, she imdiately disconnected.
These journalists were all just calling to schedule interviews, and she was in no mood to deal with them.
No sooner had she hung up than another call ca through. This ti, it was from a major news website. She disconnected that one too.
But soon, yet another call ca through.
Looking at the caller ID, Anabel began to feel that sothing wasn’t right.
"What is wrong with these people?!" she muttered, grabbing her phone and putting it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Assistant Wilton, how is Miss Spencer doing? Is she seriously injured?" the journalist on the other end imdiately barraged her with questions. "What exactly happened to Miss Spencer this ti? Is it true that she has connections with shady individuals?..."
Beaten up?!
Anabel was completely baffled. "What on earth are you talking about?! I’m very busy right now. I don’t have ti."
She hung up the phone again. Before she could think, yet another call ca through.
This ti, it was from the Artist Managent Departnt at DSH.
Anabel didn’t dare delay and hurriedly answered the call.
"Manager Guan, it’s so late, you..."
Manager Guan imdiately started shouting, "You and your team, get moving now! If I don’t have a reasonable explanation by tomorrow morning, don’t bla for turning hostile!"
"But... Manager Guan, what’s wrong?"
"What’s wrong?" Manager Guan on the other end of the line took a heavy breath. "Don’t tell you know nothing about this?"
"I..."
"What kind of assistant are you? I think you’re done with this job! Irene Spencer was attacked and sent to the hospital, and you’re still there, completely clueless! I’m heading to the hospital now. If I don’t see you there shortly, don’t bother showing up at all!"
BANG!
Manager Guan slamd the phone down.
Anabel almost dropped her phone. She scrambled to grab her bag and rushed into the elevator.
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