Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Seeking Help
"I thought Evelyn Curtis was more of a goddess. I wonder if this knock-off dress makes her skin itch?"
"Don’t say that. Knock-offs aren’t necessarily of poor quality. It’s just like certain branded shoes, isn’t it? Maybe Curtis liked the knock-off because it’s cheap and comfy?"
"Are you trying to kill me with laughter from the floor above? But it does seem possible."
"How can someone like this still make it in the entertainment industry? Did she climb up by hooking onto someone?"
"Exactly. I don’t know what Mr. Battleson sees in her. What a pity."
"Maybe Justin Battleson isn’t into her? Otherwise, why would he let her wear a knock-off?"
"Right, she’s been around for five years and still hasn’t married into a wealthy family. Maybe the big boss Battleson is just playing with her."
Although these comments are silent, they seem to transform into needles, piercing Evelyn Curtis’s eyes harshly.
Her eyes are sour with anger, and she clenches her phone tightly before slamming it onto the table.
Her phone breathed its last.
Lucy looks at the phone, heartbroken, but doesn’t dare to say a word.
That’s Evelyn Curtis for you, venting her anger on objects.
"What is the company’s team doing? How could things get so bad? What about the PR team? What are they doing?"
Evelyn Curtis is furious, her hand pounding on the table until it turned red, but she didn’t feel any pain.
She has been in the industry for five years, and everything seemed to be going smooth.
Although there were occasional negative news, most of them were nothing more than baseless romantic rumours.
And every time it was just a publicity stunt that died down quickly.
Such rumors never impacted her image, but rather boosted her popularity.
This time, she thought it would be the same.
She didn’t expect it to end with such an unexpected outcome.
Her reputation, which she has built over five years, dropped rapidly within a morning, and she lost 30,000 followers on her microblog.
The situation is critical.
"Evelyn, I... I don’t know. I’ve instructed them to handle it well, but the company doesn’t seem to be getting it right."
"Or... or you could ask Mr. Battleson for help?"
"Mr. Battleson..."
Lucy’s words seem to have given Evelyn an idea.
Yes, there’s Justin Battleson.
With his influence in Druarus, what can’t he handle?
Evelyn hurriedly took her phone out of her bag. She didn’t even look at her contacts but directly dialed a number.
The call quickly connected.
"Justin, I... "
"Speak."
Justin Battleson was in a meeting and had no idea about what was happening online.
"Because of my stylist’s mistake, I wore a knock-off dress to today’s event. Now, netizens are collectively criticising me online. I... "
"My reputation is bad right now, and the news keeps brewing. Can you help me? Can you have the news deleted and remove my trending search terms?"
Evelyn’s voice carried a hint of crying out, looking utterly pitiful.
"Okay."
Justin Battleson coldly agreed and immediately hung up the phone.
After gaining Justin Battleson’s consent, Evelyn could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Justin Battleson then called his company, instructing Jones George to handle the matter.
After five minutes, Jones George arrived at the office, looking somewhat panicked.
"What’s wrong?" Justin Battleson frowned, his voice deep. "Just handle Evelyn Curtis’s matter. No need to report to me."
"Mr. Battleson, the person who’s trending with Evelyn Curtis is Miss Charlotte Thompson."