"Haven't you done enough bad things before? Do you really think you can solve it by randomly issuing a few press releases? Your ugly face is as consistent as ever! The internet has memory; who doesn't know the crap you've done usually! You trash, better off exiting the entertainment industry voluntarily!"
Maya froze in her movements and looked towards the source of the voice, spotting a fat guy in the crowd nearby, arrogantly ranting. If not for the mask, one could imagine the spit flying out of his mouth.
He was wrapped up tightly, black mask, black coat, even his shoes were black, with small eyes like mung beans gleaming, shaking the sign in his hand enthusiastically.
He was holding a white board with some large words scrawled in cheap red ink: "Maya Monroe will flop!"
Ryan Spencer frowned, positioning himself in front of Maya while signaling to the bodyguard behind him.
