afterwards, the various screenshots of those artists' posts dissing her, led by Ryan, also started to come into view.
In the next second, netizens' frantic tirades also crashed into her eyeballs:
[Francesca, will you fucking die? Get the hell out of the entertainment industry.]
[I didn't expect her to be so inconsistent, I was blind to like this bitch.]
[She is really shameless to the extreme. If I were her, I would die right now after seeing all this.]
[@Francesca, you should hurry up and kill yourself.]
[In the next few days, Francesca will probably be receiving letters from lawyers, so I'm glad to see that.]
[She will also have to compensate with money. All those who have been smeared by her will ask her to compensate.]
[@Francesca, I suggest you slit your wrists on the spot! People like you don't deserve to live.]
Every word that came to her eyes was like a bloodless knife, constantly stimulating her sensitive and fragile nerves.
Soon, those words began to turn into voices in her ears, intertwining and echoing wildly.
She really felt like she was going crazy.
Francesca covered her head with one hand, and with the other hand, she pressed the back button.
The screen switched back to her home page.
At this time, she saw that her unread messages were up to 9999+.
She clicked in again and took a look.
Inside were all private messages.
Every single one of them was an extremely vicious tirade.
[Francesca, go to hell.]
[Francesca, you're not worthy to live.]
[Francesca, you're such a cheap woman.]
[Francesca, you were born to be a bitch.]
In an instant, all sorts of filthy words turned into voices, intertwining and echoing wildly in her ears.
It was as if she had been pulled into an infernal hell, and as far as the eye could see, it was pitch black all around.
"Ahhhh!!! It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!" She cried out frantically, before raising her hand and viciously slamming her phone onto the bed.
The phone landed on the ground and bounced upwards, after which, it slid to the side of the bed.
All sorts of obscenities, still echoing in her ears, didn't stop.
She bit her lip hard and covered her ears heavily in an attempt to block out the sound.
However, it was to no avail.
In the end, she could only lock herself at the foot of the bed with a horrified look on her face, clutching her knees with both hands, shaking her head repeatedly and muttering to herself, "No. it shouldn't be like this, why are things like this?"
"Things were supposed to go the way I planned, why didn't they? God, why aren't you on my side?"
"No. it's not, it shouldn't be, no. I don't accept it."
She knew that she was really completely finished.
Now, after being messed up by Paige, her reputation was considered completely and utterly ruined.
It was simply impossible for her to gain a foothold in the entertainment industry in the future.
Not only that, she would even have to face a huge amount of compensation.
And those compensations may make her spit out all the wealth she has accumulated in the entertainment industry in the past few months.
In the end, she will have nothing left.
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