I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 621: Just Translated from Ancient Times
The journalist, who had been standing at the edge of the stairs, was pushed aside by Irene Spencer. She stumbled back, missed a step, and fell down the stairs.
The camera in her hand also slipped out and went flying, smashing on the ground not far away. Both the lens and body were damaged.
By this time, Irene Spencer had already hurried down the stairs and gotten into her car.
The journalists, unable to get a story on Irene Spencer, immediately turned their cameras on their fallen colleague.
The female journalist on the ground, her scraped knee, her damaged camera—all of it was captured by the crowd’s lenses.
Inside the car at the bottom of the stairs, Irene Spencer saw her two assistants get in and immediately barked, "Drive!"
The driver immediately started the car.
The assistant sitting on the right looked out the window, her brow furrowed. "Irene?! That journalist seems to have fallen. Should we go back and check on her?"
"And then what? Should I kowtow, admit my guilt, and beg for her forgiveness?" Irene Spencer sneered. "Stalking, chasing... What sympathy do these paparazzi vultures deserve?"
The assistant, taken aback by her response, was left speechless.
By then, the driver had already steered the car into the fast lane. Anything more said would be futile, so the assistant tactfully kept quiet.
She’s the boss, and we’re just employees. Naturally, whatever she says, goes.
...
That evening, news came out that Irene Spencer had assaulted a journalist.
It was accompanied by photos of the injured journalist, her injuries, the damaged camera, and the hospital-issued medical report on her injuries.
Once the news broke, Irene Spencer once again became the focus of media attention.
Even her fans, who had always defended her, couldn’t help but start doubting their idol.
After all, a journalist had already captured photos of the entire incident, including the shot of Irene Spencer pushing the journalist... Although the photos weren’t very clear, they still confirmed that she had indeed pushed the female journalist.
Faced with ironclad facts, even her most diehard fans were rendered speechless.
At this moment, Irene Spencer, still unaware of the news, was at the Imperial Television Photo Booth for a promotional photoshoot.
BANG! 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
The Photo Booth door was forcefully shoved open, and Gerry Johnson, the General Manager of Imperial Television’s Talent Division, stormed in with her assistant.
"Ms. Johnson?" Irene Spencer, who was striking poses in front of the backdrop, smiled when she saw Gerry Johnson. "What brings you here?"
SLAP!
Gerry Johnson threw the stack of newspapers she was holding at Irene Spencer, then pointed a finger at her nose. "Irene Spencer, if you want to destroy yourself, fine, but don’t drag me down with you!"
Gerry Johnson’s tone was devoid of any politeness; previously, when Irene Spencer’s image had been damaged by an assault incident, she herself had been severely reprimanded by the higher-ups.
"Do you know," she continued, her voice rising, "what guarantees I made for you at the last board meeting? I beat my chest and swore to all the directors that nothing like this would ever happen again! But you? What the hell are you doing?!"
Enraged, Gerry Johnson didn’t hold back on the curses.
"Getting drunk at the wrap party and having someone throw wine at you was bad enough! But now, you’ve actually gone and hit a journalist? Irene Spencer, is this your first day in the business, or did you just fucking time-travel here from ancient times?! Do you really think you’re still the Irene Spencer who was at the height of her fame six months ago?!"
