My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The following day, Vivi’s car accident once again dominated the trending news.

According to police reports, Vivi’s accident resulted from her consumption of illicit drugs, causing a sudden illness while driving. Consequently, she was unable to brake or swerve in time to avoid an obstacle, leading to the mishap. This twist in the narrative left the Internet users, who were initially seething with righteous indignation, utterly confused.

“I never imagined Vivi’s accident would be a consequence of her own physical condition, and not a malicious plot against her. We were wrong to target Janet.”

‘Janet is affluent and influential. She must have bribed the authorities to the actual facts!”

“But where did Vivi procure these drugs? The police owe us an explanation. For all we know, someone could’ve intentionally administered them to her!”

“Indeed! A thorough investigation of these illicit substances must be conducted immediately. Who knows how many people could be jeopardizing their lives with these hazardous drugs as we speak.”

As the public continued to question the circumstances, news of Star Entertainment’s influencers indulging in heavy illicit drug use surfaced. This revelation rapidly climbed the trending charts, igniting fervent online discussions.

Authorities promptly shut down Star Entertainment, instructing the firm to enforce rectifications and adhere to regulations before it could recommence operations.

influencers were stunned upon discovering the lethal potential of the drugs they had

went as far as provoking their followers to assail

at news of her company being mandated to make corrections and at the termination contracts of her employees. Blinded

“Along with our top influencer Momo terminating her contract, several other firms also want to sever ties with us…

can take a hike. They’re nothing more than ingrates. I’ll bide my

swiftly retreated from the

contorted as if she were a demon straight out of hell. “I

sneezed just as she entered her studio. “Odd, why

work for the day, when her gaze landed on

instinctively picturing Clyde’s face, which induced a nauseating shudder that coursed through

still persisting in pestering

head as she clarified, “These were sent by a model named Derek. I initially declined them,

expected it to be Derek. Her lips twitched