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As Janet had foreseen, public opinion began to shift favorably after a few days.

Many individuals who admired Janet’s design style voiced their support.

“Fashion should be diverse, and each style has its own merits. You may not appreciate her design aesthetic, but that doesn’t justify trampling on or ridiculing it.”

“Moving from criticizing her design style to launching personal attacks is more than just critique; it’s cyber bullying. “I find Janet’s design outstanding and uniquely styled. I support Janet.”

“I too support Janet…”

Witnessing the change in public sentiment, Lexi let out a sigh of relief. She couldn’t help but admire Janet’s ability to predict trends. “Boss, you’re incredible! How did you know the public opinion would shift?”

Janet smiled modestly. “Internet users have discerning eyes and aesthetic sense. They can judge the quality of a work for themselves.

reputation, they can’t undermine my design skills. Eventually, users will

have a knack for forecasting! It

not as proficient as you

prepared earlier. “Absolutely, boss!” Lexi now looked up to Janet

follow her lead without hesitation.

only began

span, her social media account garnered hundreds of thousands of new

for Janet’s studio. “Hello, I’d like to request a

like a design for my grandmother…’ The incessant phone calls and the constant flow of customers kept

simple yet stylish designs, wearable for any occasion. Unlike other designers’ creations that were

Vivi was on the brink of

phone at her assistant, her voice dripping with menace. “How could you botch this up? I’ve invested a fortune hiring these rumormongers, and yet they seem to have