"Every ti, I tell other artists, ’Look at Irene Spencer! Look at our Irene! Always so low-key as a person, yet so high-profile in her work. She’s the one who gives the least trouble...’ But you? Ah! Tell , what in the world is going on this ti? Filming for "Fla" is about to wrap up. Just last Monday, at the board eting, I proposed a plan to give you a major push. I wanted to use the premiere of "Fla" to launch you onto the international stage..." She angrily raised her foot and kicked the chair away. "You pull a stunt like *this*, at a ti like *this*?! How am I supposed to face the board again?"
Irene Spencer signed with Emperor Vision two years ago and had already been heavily promoted. Gerry Johnson had high hopes for her. This ti, Gerry Johnson had arranged for her to be the female lead in "Fla" precisely because she wanted to push her forward—not just in Asia, but onto the international stage, to beco an international superstar.
Normally, Irene is low-key and unassuming. Gerry Johnson appreciated that about her and was always very courteous to her in private. But for her to be involved in a scandal like this at such a crucial juncture... Gerry Johnson felt like she could rip her apart right now, never mind saving her any face.
"Gerry! Gerry!" Anabel Wilton rushed over and took Gerry Johnson’s arm. "Please, don’t be angry yet. This must be a misunderstanding! You know Irene—she’s always been low-key and never courts trouble. This... this was just an accident, an accident!"
While Irene was getting a severe tongue-lashing, she saw Anabel Wilton approach and quickly stated her position to Gerry Johnson.
"Gerry, I’m sorry."
"What good is apologizing to ?!" Gerry Johnson took a deep breath. After that outburst, the anger on her face subsided slightly. "I don’t want to know what exactly happened right now; I’m not in the mood to know. The most crucial thing is this: now that it has happened, how do we fix it?"
Seeing Gerry Johnson’s tone soften, Anabel Wilton quickly went over and helped her into a chair.
"Gerry, please rest assured. We’ll handle the PR as quickly as possible. We’ll give the public a reasonable explanation and do everything to minimize the impact of this incident."
Gerry Johnson took another deep breath and glanced at Irene, battered and bruised on the hospital bed. She frowned, thinking.
"In any case, how this matter is handled will determine Irene’s entire future career. Irene, if you don’t want your career to be over by tonight, then listen up. By six o’clock tomorrow morning, you two need to give a reasonable explanation. You’ll hold a press conference tomorrow morning and do everything possible to salvage this. If I don’t have an answer I’m satisfied with from you both by six o’clock..." Gerry Johnson stood up from her chair, her piercing gaze slowly sweeping over both of them. "I, Gerry Johnson, can make a nobody into a superstar, and I can also crush a supposed prodigy so thoroughly they never get back up!"
She snorted coldly and strode away.
"Gerry, take care. Lucy Clark, please see Gerry off quickly."
Irene hurriedly tried to curry favor, while Anabel Wilton saw Gerry Johnson to the door.
"No need to see out. You’d better spend your ti thinking about how to solve this ss! Always stirring up trouble for no reason!"
Gerry Johnson delivered this cold parting shot, then walked out of the hospital ward, her Assistant following.
Watching her leave, Anabel Wilton quickly closed the door. She then took out her phone to call two junior assistants and the Bodyguard, ordering them to co to the hospital imdiately. After that, she returned to Irene’s side.
"Irene, how are your injuries?"
"Don’t even ntion the injuries..." Speaking too hastily, she aggravated the swollen part of her face where the eggs had hit. Irene sucked in a sharp breath. "OW, it hurts like hell! It seems I really underestimated that little vixen..."
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