Chapter 816
Chapter 816:
At precisely that moment, Johnny struck with surgical precision, his fingers flying across his phone keyboard as he crafted his social media offensive.
“How did Vivian’s health deteriorate with such frightening speed? Could someone be orchestrating her destruction from the shadows? This constitutes nothing less than premeditated murder p>
His second post followed like a hammer blow. “What torturous ordeals has Vivian endured throughout these recent days? Wave after wave of calculated attacks? Was that medical documentation from user 567 nothing but an elaborate fabrication? Who pulls the strings behind this sinister puppet show? Who laid this deadly trap p>
Within mere heartbeats, public opinion erupted in a volcanic surge of outrage and sympathy.
Vivian’s helplessness in the face of such injustice, her unwavering commitment to the fundraiser despite her failing health, and her apparent sincerity had carved deep grooves into every watching heart.
Both posts had successfully redirected the hurricane of public scrutiny straight toward Millie’s doorstep.
Meanwhile, Millie remained laser-focused on the contract signing and official stamping procedures unfolding before her.
The digital storm raging across social media platforms couldn’t penetrate her bubble of concentration.
The endgame was rapidly approaching its inevitable conclusion. Soon, she would personally draw the curtain on this entire charade with her own hands.
Millie’s eyes remained glued to her screen, watching each signature and seal fall into place with methodical precision.
While she worked in silence, a tsunami of online fury continued building momentum across every platform.
Vivian’s most fanatically devoted followers, upon witnessing their beloved icon’s rapid decline in health, transformed into a frenzied mob seeking vengeance. They immediately mobilized, demanding swift justice from every party they deemed responsible for this tragedy.
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The enraged masses erupted with demands that Brandon step forward to honor Vivian’s dying wish by making her his bride in these final moments.
The digital mob’s fury blazed across every platform as they insisted Millie crawl before them with a public apology and provide answers to satisfy their burning questions.
Their rage extended to user 567, branding this mysterious figure a contemptible spreader of lies who needed silencing immediately.
The fundraising spectacle had worked its magic, transforming public perception of Vivian into something approaching sainthood. Witnessing her blood-stained collapse had ignited protective instincts in hearts that had previously harbored doubts.
Whispers began circulating through the crowd—perhaps hidden truths lay buried beneath the surface, perhaps Vivian truly stood as an innocent victim caught in someone else’s web of malice.
The digital clock displayed 11:55 in stark, unforgiving numbers.