"Brother, what do we do now? Are we done for? " Bart, who was famous for his calmness, looked at the bearded and long-haired Horace and asked in a trembling voice.
Charlie, who was still wearing his armor, was also panicking. His lips were pale.
They had seen the hot search on Weibo. That incident happened five years ago. It was so long ago that they couldn't even remember what the little girl looked like. Things like this had happened many times in the past five years.
The importance of reputation to an actor was self-evident.
Now that this incident had been exposed and received so much attention, their careers as actors had come to an end.
"What are you afraid of? She's just a nobody. I have the Dixon family behind me. This incident will end quietly, just like all the other incidents in the past." Horace was quite calm. He took a sip of tea and grinned, revealing his yellow teeth. "I just saw a few girls among the extras. They're quite pretty. How about you choose one to play with tonight?"
When Charlie and Bart saw how calm Horace was, they felt a lot more at ease, and their expressions relaxed a lot.
"Which one do you like? I'll bring her to you."
"The girl who acted with me today is quite good. Do you want to try her?"
The two immediately started licking Horace's boots. As long as they could hold onto Horace's thighs, they wouldn't have to worry about not being able to act and not getting any awards.
…
In the central city of Tucker City, where every inch of land was worth gold, there was a manor that occupied a large area. It had a large grassland and woods, a wide swimming pool, and a luxurious villa. It didn't fit in with the surrounding skyscrapers and floating castles.
This was the Dixon Manor. It was owned by the Dixon family, one of the oldest and most powerful families in the underground city.
At this moment, in a villa, an old man was talking to a young man.
"I heard you're in trouble?" The old man was the head of the Dixon family, Merlin.
"Horace is in a bit of trouble. I've already notified Weibo. They'll take care of it." Fergus smiled and didn't take it to heart.
"I told you a long time ago that Horace isn't a clean person. You should stay away from him to avoid trouble." Molin was a little displeased.
Fergus' smile faded, and his expression became more respectful. He lowered his head and said, "You're right, but Horace is indeed talented. We've made a lot of money through him over the years, and there's no other director in the market who can afford to invest more than him."
Mo Lin glanced at him and said in a low voice, "You have to remember your identity. You are fundamentally different from him."
Fergus lowered his head even more and said respectfully, "Grandson understands."
"Clean it up. Don't let the McCarthy family get hold of any evidence." Molin raised his hand.
"Alright." Fergus got up and left.
After leaving the villa, Fergus's face turned cold. He dialed a number on his bracelet and said in a cold voice, "Find out that Harrison's address and get someone to cripple his hand."
…
"Miss Nancy, the micro-push operation just called me and asked if we can postpone the opening of the PK channel and the drainage activities. Also, can we temporarily block Hades's account? "
At the filming site of the Chef King Competition, a stout director walked into the director's office and asked the young woman sitting on the sofa.
"No." The young woman sitting on the sofa was wearing a black haute couture dress. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders. She raised her head and showed a pure and cold face. Her voice was as clear as an ice spring. "They want us to hide the truth for a rapist and murderer? Ridiculous. "
The director felt the air in the office become colder. He swallowed and nodded. "I'll call him right away."
"Tell him that we've transferred the money. Hades is our official contestant. If he dares to do anything, tell his boss to come see me," Nancy added in a cold voice.
"Okay." The director turned and left the office.
"This newcomer is quite interesting." Nancy clicked on Hades's homepage and the corners of her mouth curled up.
She didn't want to stir up the dirty entertainment circle, but since someone had started it, she didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.
Maybe it was because those words were soaked in blood and tears.
Or maybe it was because she was moved by his words?
…
In the CBD of Tucker City, on the top floor of the famous Twin Tower Building.
A beautiful woman in a bathrobe was lying on a deck chair next to the endless pool with bare feet. She was swiping her microblog with great interest.
"His fans have exceeded three million so quickly. This little brother is going to be popular." The woman clicked on Hades's main page and saw the first microblog he sent. It was a forwarded microblog.
About five minutes later, the woman clicked on the comments with reddened eyes, intending to comment.
As a result.
She found that she couldn't comment!
It should be said that the comments of this microblog were closed!
As a surfer who had been in the circle for a long time and had many fans, of course, she could see that it was the work of microblogging.
She had vaguely heard about Horace before, but she wasn't interested in this aspect, so she didn't go into depth.
Today, when she saw this little sister's tears of blood, she felt great indignation.
A weak girl was wantonly humiliated and played with by a man who held power. In the end, she didn't even have a place to complain and died in despair.
Now that the matter had been exposed, these people were still covering for the murderer and trying to deal with the person who raised the problem.
"B * stard, you don't take me seriously at all!"
The woman exited the microblog, dialed a number, and then cursed angrily.
Three minutes later, Hades's comment section was closed and there was an additional comment. "Hades, you're so righteous! I support you! "
"Did you post this?" Meg looked at the lonely comment and turned to ask Xi.
Xi glanced at the ID and found it familiar. "Isn't this that rich little sister of yours?"
Meg took a closer look. The ID that shone with seven colors was indeed quite familiar: Cute Three Years Old.
"Uh …" Meg was a little confused.
Under the circumstances of reducing the microblog's popularity, closing comments, and banning reposts, this account could still post a comment, which meant that this was most likely a privileged account.
So …
She said that she owned the Twin Tower Building, which was most likely true.
This meant that she was a member of the Dixon family.
Horace's backer was the Dixon family.
This woman, who should have a high status in the Dixon Family, actually posted such a comment in the comment section. She looked like a little fanboy.
Meg felt that he was going to be confused.
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