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.

potential of the drugs they had been

their followers to assail Star Entertainment,

at news of her company being mandated to make corrections and at the termination

assistant recoiled in terror. “Along with our top influencer Momo terminating her contract, several other

can take a hike.

assistant hastily nodded and swiftly retreated from the office. “Janet White!

her eyes were brimming with malice, and her face contorted as if she were a demon straight out of hell. “I won’t let you go scot-free!

entered her studio. “Odd, why

office, contemplating her work for the day, when her gaze landed on an extravagant bouquet of red roses and a fancy fruit basket.

picturing Clyde’s face,

he still persisting in

clarified, “These were sent by a model named Derek. I initially declined them, but he

to be Derek. Her lips twitched as she