After shopping in the supermarket, Elma required that they should follow each other's blogs and exchange their phone numbers and Instagram accounts. She was completely regarded as Sophia as a good friend.
Sophia had followed many people recently, as many as three hundred. When she checked her blog, she noticed that the number of her followers had increased to more than four million.
Elma was looking at her phone when she said, "Look, Sophia! Someone is slandering you."
Sophia picked up her phone, input her name, and searched. Sure enough, several tweets were attacking her. They slandered that she hyped, directed her fans to attack others, and bribed examiners to falsify her scores. Besides, a marketing account said that she had plastic surgery and sold sex for getting popular, which seemed quite reasonable as if these things were true.
These marking numbers tweeted malicious slanders at the same time. Obviously, someone arranged these.
Elma said angrily, "What are these? Did you offend anyone, Sophia? I have to defend you."
She picked up her phone and started posting comments.
Sophia noticed that these messages were posted just a few minutes ago, and there weren't many comments. A lot of her fans defended her, but still, others who didn't know the truth were skeptical.
"Sophia didn't do that. It's slander. Don't believe that."
"Really? She had plastic surgery. I thought she was beautiful, but I didn't expect her face was fake."
"She is in high school, and she sells sex so early? That's crazy. She's so cute. She didn't look like that."
"slander. Sue them, Sophia! I have taken all the screenshots for you. Rubbish marketing accounts! You'll go to jail."
"Is there any basis? The evidence in the article is all hearsay. Who did you hear from? Dare to stand out?"
***
Sophia was annoyed. Obviously, those were slanders. She thought she should do something. It was not the first time she had been vilified. If she didn't do anything, it was like she was a punchbag.
She opened one with the most comments and wanted to refute.
But then a prompt appeared on the screen: The message was deleted.
Deleted!?
Sophia clicked "Back" and searched her name again but was shocked to find that the articles were gone.
And the marketing numbers posted the same message.
"Here we apologize for the untrue remarks about @ Sophia Green of Colin High School. We are deeply sorry."
"I apologize to Sophia. I'm sorry. I take back the words I said before. I'm sorry I misbelieved some people with ulterior motives. I will permanently top this message as an apology."
***
Elma was stunned, "Why are they all deleted? And a collective apology? What happened? It's only been a couple of minutes, and they've got it all figured out? Sure enough, a good conscience is a soft pillow..."
Sophia thought about it and said, "Maybe it was done by the program group. These are rumors. They have the right to require publishers to remove these articles. These comments will damage the image of the show."
It was just that… they acted so quickly. Sophia thought the program team was really good that they could make all marketing numbers delete articles and apologize in a few minutes.
Just now, Ada saw the articles and was happily scolded by Sophia in the comment section. After posting a few comments, she found that all articles were deleted.
She got angry and called the agent, "What happened? These marketing numbers took our money, right? They just delete the articles and apologize in minutes? Is this a joke?"
The agent was sweating, "Just stop. We offended the wrong people. The marketing numbers are killing me."
Ada was confused, "What's wrong? What's behind her?"
"How could I know? I just know that these marketing numbers are closed, and some even give up hundreds of billions of followers."
Ada was stunned, "How did this happen? Her background… So, I can't win the championship this time, can I?"
The agent sighed, "What championship? You should be grateful that they didn't come to you. Just stop messing about."
Ada frowned, "Anyway, Mr. Fox will help us. No matter what, I have to get the championship. I have to go to Mr. Well. He must have another way."
Sophia had one class in the afternoon and went back by bus. After all, she was not interested in all the courses. She was familiar with most of them, and would only go to some new courses.
And she changed the bus to Jasmine's house. Chubby was one month old. She decided to take him home. She couldn't bother Jasmine all the time.
She had already made an appointment with Jasmine to come to pick up Chubby this day. When she arrived, Jasmine was waiting for her, and Albert was also there.
Albert was playing with Chubby. When he saw Sophia, he sighed, "If you take Chubby back, I'll lose my job. How about hiring me? I'm good at bathing dogs."
Sophia laughed, "I can't afford to hire you. Don't you have a company to run?"
Albert said, "Speaking of company… You know, my company is cooperating with Aphrodite. Ryan asked me to bring the contract to you."
He went to his car and got a document. "Here is the contract from Aphrodite. Please have a look."
Sophia had never signed a similar contract. But since it was from Albert, she felt there must be no problem and signed her name.
"Don't you take a closer look?" Albert asked, "What if there's a trap?"
Sophia bent down and picked up Chubby, "No. I trust you."
Albert felt that he was like flying. He smiled and said, "Yeah. Don't worry. I… I will have Aphrodite dress you the most beautiful clothes."
Sophia stroked Chubby's head. "Speaking of Aphrodite... Marketing numbers are attacking me this noon. Did they help delete them? Is it because I would wear their clothes on the show, and they are afraid of affecting the image of the company?"
Albert sighed, "I thought so, but then I asked the person in charge of Aphrodite, and they said they were going to do it, but someone did it first."
Sophia stayed and asked in surprise, "Who? The program group?"
Albert shook his head. "No. I don't know who it is. The person doesn't want to be identified."
He told the truth.. Ever since Sophia took part in the show, Ryan had asked staff to keep an eye on the Internet for fear that someone would attack her.