"Could you guys help lower the heat on Wayne Baker’s Twitter post, and can you also temporarily block the user ’Peach without a Stem’?"
Angela Catterton knew that deleting comnts was only a temporary solution.
Deleting comnts wouldn’t stop them from posting again, only blocking them would shut them up.
She had thought that blocking a user would be a certainty, but to her surprise—
"About that, Ms. Catterton, I’m sorry, but we can’t assist you with this matter."
Angela Catterton was taken aback, her face clearly confused, "Mr. Eden, my brother-in-law..."
She had never imagined that they would refuse to give her "face," especially since she purposely ntioned it because of her brother-in-law’s connections.
However, before she could finish, the person on the other end interrupted, "Even with Mr. Owen coming here, my answer is still the sa. We can’t help. Ms. Catterton... I shouldn’t reveal too much. My private relationship with Mr. Owen has always been fine, and all I can say is that you’ve offended soone this ti."
"I’ve offended soone? Who is it?"
"I can’t say."
"What do you an, you can’t say?" Angela Catterton, not giving up, continued to press, "Who have I offended that it can’t even be ntioned?"
"I truly can’t say. All I can advise is that you should stop making a fuss, it won’t be good for you if you continue."
It was the first ti Angela Catterton had encountered such a situation, and just as she tried to ask for more clarity, the other party had already hung up her phone.
When she tried to call back, she was blocked.
It seed that she had been added to a blacklist.
Angela Catterton was fuming with rage, her face ashen, unable to regain her composure for a long while.
Wayne Baker quietly asked her from the side, "Ms. Catterton, how did it go?"
Putting down her phone, Angela Catterton slowly looked at him, her brows furrowed and a frustrated expression on her face, "Apart from Audrick Zachmann, who else have you crossed?"
"Uh..." Wayne Baker was baffled by her question, and after pondering for a while, he replied, "No, I haven’t crossed anyone. If I had to say, maybe... Does Lighten Chaser count?"
Being in the eighteen line, he was arrogant but typically only towards the staff around him; in front of others, he was quite sensible, aware that his status wasn’t high enough.
If he had to say, it seed he had only spoken ill of Lighten Chaser.
The reason was simple—he was also in a rock band, yet his fans were fewer than theirs, and he knew that Lighten Chaser was a young girl with so many female fans, which irked him, causing him to mouth off.
He had not just spoken ill of Lighten Chaser on that day but was always complaining about them to people around him.
Only he hadn’t expected to get beaten up that day.
Angela Catterton didn’t say a word, but her brows knitted even tighter together.
Lighten Chaser?
There was such a person in Beijing, with connections so strong that Twitter didn’t give her any "face" at all.
Angela Catterton still hadn’t figured out what the situation was when her phone wouldn’t stop receiving ssages—either notifications that Wayne Baker’s appearances were canceled or text ssages instructing her to terminate the endorsent contract with him...
She instantly beca frazzled and began making non-stop phone calls to her family, searching for connections to understand the complex situation she was unaware of.
*
In Beijing, at the Zachmann Family residence.
Caryn Zachmann had just returned from Sadam Vinson’s place. She had gone there herself and co back disgruntled after being insinuated by Sadam Vinson, feeling like she had lost face and thus didn’t stay long at Penny Parkway before returning.
"Mom, I’m back."
Upon entering, she first changed into slippers.
Just as she walked in, she heard Celine Tucker ask her, "Do you know Lighten Chaser?"
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