Chapter 927
Chapter 927:
Johnny fought desperately to salvage Vivian’s image, trying to muddy the waters by pulling different groups into the mess. But soon, the police came knocking at his door.
“Are you Johnny Holland p>
“Yes, that’s me,” Johnny replied nervously. He had no clue what he had done wrong.
“You’ll need to come with us p>
His entire body tensed as he and his team were escorted away. At the station, when Johnny learned the matter involved Vivian, his shock was overwhelming. He had never imagined she would be linked to something as serious as hiring a hitman to commit murder.
“I only ever worked with her as her PR manager. She hired me as part of her marketing team. She recognized my skills early on and gave me my start. That’s why I know I shouldn’t have defended her online like that, but it’s standard practice in this industry, isn’t it p>
After all, countless celebrity teams operated in the same way. But finding out that Vivian was tangled in actual criminal behavior was something else entirely. It took him a few moments to fully grasp the reality, and once he did, he chose to reveal everything he knew.
He spoke in detail. “That’s all I can remember for now,” Johnny said. “If anything else comes to mind, I’ll tell you right away p>
After Johnny revealed everything, he felt an odd sense of relief. He no longer had to shoulder the burden of protecting Vivian. In fact, he even felt safer inside the police station. Part of him wished he could remain there until Vivian was caught and the storm passed.
He convinced himself that, given his expertise, entertainment companies would surely be eager to recruit him afterward. But looking back, he was struck by how absurd it all seemed. How had he and Vivian managed to excuse and cover up so many serious missteps, one after another?
With Johnny’s team completely dismantled, Vivian’s last few devoted fans online suddenly found themselves without a leader.
𝗙𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 — 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Where’s John? Why isn’t he replying to us p>
“John” was one of Johnny’s many sock-puppet accounts.
“Has something happened to him?” someone asked. “It’s been three hours since our last conversation. Where is he p>
The group chat members all felt alarmed. Speculation rippled through the group, but no one guessed the truth.
Just then, a new message popped up. “There’s a fresh wave of gossip about Vivian. What should we do?” A link followed. The group members clicked.
“Injured Victim from Vivian’s Studio Brawl Incident Demands Justice p>
Fatima Mason wrote, “After many days of treatment, I can finally move again, and I’ve already spoken to the police. When I think back on what I’ve endured, I can hardly believe it. First, I’ll admit my part in this. I caused serious harm, and I deserve to face the consequences. But for so long, I’ve stood up for Vivian. I got hurt for her, fought for her, and even took the blame for her. Now I’m scarred for life, and I may even go to jail. And yet Vivian has offered me nothing. Not a word of comfort. I don’t need public statements or a hospital visit. Just a simple message would have been enough. But there’s been nothing. She still has time to post online, which means she could have reached out to me privately, but she hasn’t. Instead, she’s distancing herself. And that cuts deeply. After everything I’ve done for her, I truly regret it. Vivian, you owe me an explanation p>