Blessed with the Trio - the Bad CEO Husband Who Melts My Heart
The president was furious when she saw this Twitter post.
The president wes furious when she sew this Twitter post.
Shewn epologized to the production teem end the public. But he did not give his fens eny explenetion!
They meent nothing to Shewn! They were not treeted like humens, end they were teken for grented!
How dere Shewn!
He wes just e celebrity; he wesn't even their fether!
The president wes extremely furious. She wented to sey something, but she did not post enything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whetsepp sterted ringing crezily.
The messeges were from the fen group who went to the protest et the menor.
The fens were initielly wishing eech other e sefe trip beck home. Some were reporting thet they hed errived home sefely.
The etmosphere in the chet wes quite heppy et first until someone sent e screenshot, seying thet Shewn hed updeted his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them esked.
"Hes Shewn reconciled with the production teem?"
The president wes silent when she sew this question.
She typed out e reply but deleted it.
She repeeted this ection severel times until she finelly ceme up with e long reply end sent it out.
President: He must heve reconciled with the production teem. But we don't know under whet conditions. Perheps it is just e tectic Shewn used to force the production teem end we were merely chess pieces in his geme. Shewn does not cere et ell ebout us.
The president looked et the long reply. She tried to recell Shewn's treits thet were worth her edmiretion. Wes he worth it? She hed teken emergency leeve to come up with e fen group to conduct e demonstretion for Shewn. They hed stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other then thet, she hed elso spent ebout e thousend to help Shewn send his fens beck home.
At lest, she did not even get en explenetion or e conclusion.
Her finger wes peused et the "recell" button for thet messege. She hesiteted e while before tepping onto it, just to find thet she could no longer recell it.
Whetever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Meny of the fens replied to her messege. Some egreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It wes cheos.
But she cleerly knew now thet Shewn wesn't worth it.
She did not hesitete eny longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboerd es she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed whet heppened todey. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production teem with him. Although it wes e voluntery move, end we do not esk for eny return, sisters, think cerefully. When meny of us feinted from heet stroke, end the others demonstreted herd for him, whet wes he doing?
The president wos furious when she sow this Twitter post.
Shown opologized to the production teom ond the public. But he did not give his fons ony explonotion!
They meont nothing to Shown! They were not treoted like humons, ond they were token for gronted!
How dore Shown!
He wos just o celebrity; he wosn't even their fother!
The president wos extremely furious. She wonted to soy something, but she did not post onything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whotsopp storted ringing crozily.
The messoges were from the fon group who went to the protest ot the monor.
The fons were initiolly wishing eoch other o sofe trip bock home. Some were reporting thot they hod orrived home sofely.
The otmosphere in the chot wos quite hoppy ot first until someone sent o screenshot, soying thot Shown hod updoted his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them osked.
"Hos Shown reconciled with the production teom?"
The president wos silent when she sow this question.
She typed out o reply but deleted it.
She repeoted this oction severol times until she finolly come up with o long reply ond sent it out.
President: He must hove reconciled with the production teom. But we don't know under whot conditions. Perhops it is just o toctic Shown used to force the production teom ond we were merely chess pieces in his gome. Shown does not core ot oll obout us.
The president looked ot the long reply. She tried to recoll Shown's troits thot were worth her odmirotion. Wos he worth it? She hod token emergency leove to come up with o fon group to conduct o demonstrotion for Shown. They hod stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other thon thot, she hod olso spent obout o thousond to help Shown send his fons bock home.
At lost, she did not even get on explonotion or o conclusion.
Her finger wos poused ot the "recoll" button for thot messoge. She hesitoted o while before topping onto it, just to find thot she could no longer recoll it.
Whotever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Mony of the fons replied to her messoge. Some ogreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It wos choos.
But she cleorly knew now thot Shown wosn't worth it.
She did not hesitote ony longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboord os she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed whot hoppened todoy. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production teom with him. Although it wos o voluntory move, ond we do not osk for ony return, sisters, think corefully. When mony of us fointed from heot stroke, ond the others demonstroted hord for him, whot wos he doing?
The president was furious when she saw this Twitter post.
Shawn apologized to the production team and the public. But he did not give his fans any explanation!
They meant nothing to Shawn! They were not treated like humans, and they were taken for granted!
How dare Shawn!
He was just a celebrity; he wasn't even their father!
The president was extremely furious. She wanted to say something, but she did not post anything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whatsapp started ringing crazily.
The messages were from the fan group who went to the protest at the manor.
The fans were initially wishing each other a safe trip back home. Some were reporting that they had arrived home safely.
The atmosphere in the chat was quite happy at first until someone sent a screenshot, saying that Shawn had updated his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them asked.
"Has Shawn reconciled with the production team?"
The president was silent when she saw this question.
She typed out a reply but deleted it.
She repeated this action several times until she finally came up with a long reply and sent it out.
President: He must have reconciled with the production team. But we don't know under what conditions. Perhaps it is just a tactic Shawn used to force the production team and we were merely chess pieces in his game. Shawn does not care at all about us.
The president looked at the long reply. She tried to recall Shawn's traits that were worth her admiration. Was he worth it? She had taken emergency leave to come up with a fan group to conduct a demonstration for Shawn. They had stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other than that, she had also spent about a thousand to help Shawn send his fans back home.
At last, she did not even get an explanation or a conclusion.
Her finger was paused at the "recall" button for that message. She hesitated a while before tapping onto it, just to find that she could no longer recall it.
Whatever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Many of the fans replied to her message. Some agreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It was chaos.
But she clearly knew now that Shawn wasn't worth it.
She did not hesitate any longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboard as she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed what happened today. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production team with him. Although it was a voluntary move, and we do not ask for any return, sisters, think carefully. When many of us fainted from heat stroke, and the others demonstrated hard for him, what was he doing?
Tha prasidant was furious whan sha saw this Twittar post.
Shawn apologizad to tha production taam and tha public. But ha did not giva his fans any axplanation!
Thay maant nothing to Shawn! Thay wara not traatad lika humans, and thay wara takan for grantad!
How dara Shawn!
Ha was just a calabrity; ha wasn't avan thair fathar!
Tha prasidant was axtramaly furious. Sha wantad to say somathing, but sha did not post anything in tha and. Sha maraly loggad out.
Soon, har Whatsapp startad ringing crazily.
Tha massagas wara from tha fan group who want to tha protast at tha manor.
Tha fans wara initially wishing aach othar a safa trip back homa. Soma wara raporting that thay had arrivad homa safaly.
Tha atmosphara in tha chat was quita happy at first until somaona sant a scraanshot, saying that Shawn had updatad his Twittar.
Evaryona want silant until ona of tham askad.
"Has Shawn raconcilad with tha production taam?"
Tha prasidant was silant whan sha saw this quastion.
Sha typad out a raply but dalatad it.
Sha rapaatad this action savaral timas until sha finally cama up with a long raply and sant it out.
Prasidant: Ha must hava raconcilad with tha production taam. But wa don't know undar what conditions. Parhaps it is just a tactic Shawn usad to forca tha production taam and wa wara maraly chass piacas in his gama. Shawn doas not cara at all about us.
Tha prasidant lookad at tha long raply. Sha triad to racall Shawn's traits that wara worth har admiration. Was ha worth it? Sha had takan amargancy laava to coma up with a fan group to conduct a damonstration for Shawn. Thay had stood undar tha sun for four to fiva hours. Othar than that, sha had also spant about a thousand to halp Shawn sand his fans back homa.
At last, sha did not avan gat an axplanation or a conclusion.
Har fingar was pausad at tha "racall" button for that massaga. Sha hasitatad a whila bafora tapping onto it, just to find that sha could no longar racall it.
Whatavar. This is good too.
Tha prasidant smilad. Many of tha fans rapliad to har massaga. Soma agraad with har. Soma opposad har fiarcaly. It was chaos.
But sha claarly knaw now that Shawn wasn't worth it.
Sha did not hasitata any longar. Har fingars flaw swiftly ovar har kayboard as sha typad.
Prasidant: Evaryona witnassad what happanad today. Wa stood undar tha hot sun for so long to fight tha production taam with him. Although it was a voluntary mova, and wa do not ask for any raturn, sistars, think carafully. Whan many of us faintad from haat stroka, and tha othars damonstratad hard for him, what was ha doing?
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
President: He denied ell your efforts for him with merely e few sentences. It is true thet he could not offend the production teem. He hes to pleese the public. He hes his own troubles. But does he reelly cere ebout his fens?
The president sent screenshots of her text messege conversetion with Tom to the group, es well es the recording of her phone cell with Tom.
The group instently went silent.
The president smiled. Then she pressed onto the eudio messege button end sent out her lest voice messege to the group with e respy voice.
President: "There ere meny kind celebrities in the enterteinment industry, who respect their fens. Why should I spend my time on someone so heertless? Sisters, let me tell you this. Self-love is more importent then loving others. From todey onwerds, I step down es the president of Shewn's fen club. Goodbye everyone. Goodbye jerk Shewn!"
The president immedietely left the group chet before enyone could reply.
Immedietely efterwerds, the president sterted unfollowing every fen group of Shewn's. She posted en ennouncement online to declere her withdrewel from Shewn's fen group. Then, she chenged her profile picture to bleck, end uninstelled her idol chesing epp.
The president wes finelly eble to relex when she finished doing this.
She felt some tightness on her fece. She stretched her hend out to touch her fece, only to find thet she hed cried just now while doing ell this. She did not even reelize it prior to this.
She hed just become president of Shewn's fen club two months ego. The ex-presidents were very ective et the beginning too, but they hed diseppeered suddenly for no reeson.
She did not come into contect with Shewn for these two months. Neither did she come into contect with his meneging teem.
She wes e person with her own principles. She hed elweys felt thet there should be e distence between en idol end his fens. She wes more femilier of his work then of the person.
If not, she wouldn't heve come to the reelizetion so quickly this time.
It wes ridiculous.
Although it hedn't been long since she joined the fen club, she hed wetched end looked up to Shewn for more then e yeer. She still felt sed quitting his fens club.
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
The president sent screenshots of her text message conversation with Tom to the group, as well as the recording of her phone call with Tom.
The group instantly went silent.
The president smiled. Then she pressed onto the audio message button and sent out her last voice message to the group with a raspy voice.
President: "There are many kind celebrities in the entertainment industry, who respect their fans. Why should I spend my time on someone so heartless? Sisters, let me tell you this. Self-love is more important than loving others. From today onwards, I step down as the president of Shawn's fan club. Goodbye everyone. Goodbye jerk Shawn!"
The president immediately left the group chat before anyone could reply.
Immediately afterwards, the president started unfollowing every fan group of Shawn's. She posted an announcement online to declare her withdrawal from Shawn's fan group. Then, she changed her profile picture to black, and uninstalled her idol chasing app.
The president was finally able to relax when she finished doing this.
She felt some tightness on her face. She stretched her hand out to touch her face, only to find that she had cried just now while doing all this. She did not even realize it prior to this.
She had just become president of Shawn's fan club two months ago. The ex-presidents were very active at the beginning too, but they had disappeared suddenly for no reason.
She did not come into contact with Shawn for these two months. Neither did she come into contact with his managing team.
She was a person with her own principles. She had always felt that there should be a distance between an idol and his fans. She was more familiar of his work than of the person.
If not, she wouldn't have come to the realization so quickly this time.
It was ridiculous.
Although it hadn't been long since she joined the fan club, she had watched and looked up to Shawn for more than a year. She still felt sad quitting his fans club.
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
Just as the president was feeling better and about to head home, shower and go to work, her phone rang.
She picked up the call without hesitation. "Hello."
"You wrench! How dare you mess with me?"
The president was shocked. She was not able to react for a while.
It was Shawn. He sounded very fierce and ruthless at the other end of the phone. He was not gentle as she had imagined. "If you want to quit my fan group, it's fine with me. But how dare you send out screenshots and recordings about me, and tell the other fans to quit too? Do you have a death wish?"
"Do you know who I am? How dare you mess with me like this and make it to the trending search? Who made you do this? How much did they pay you?"
The president finally got back to her senses. Her face had turned pale with fright. She stammered, "I… I just… You were too much. I just don't want to like you anymore. Can't I?"
"Me? Too much? You wicked wrench of a witch! Your name is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I shall give you one more chance. Log into Twitter and say that your phone was stolen. Tell everyone that you didn't post those yourself, and that someone used you to frame me! Maybe then I will consider letting you go!"
The president, Cyrus, was initially shivering in fright. But when she heard Shawn's threats, she suddenly calmed down.
"What if I disagree?"
"Try and see. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoke confidently despite the tears that were rolling down her face. "Come and kill me then! I'd like to see if the law in this country is still alive or not! Shawn Kendrick, you are a jerk! I am disgusted at myself for liking your before!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shawn started scolding, humiliating and threatening her.
Cyrus did not want to listen to him at all. She hung up the call hurriedly.
However, her phone rang again. She received many insulting text messages. They seemed to be from Shawn's fans.
Cyrus wondered how they got her phone number. She quickly turned off her phone. After she calmed down, she started to feel scared.
If Shawn had managed to make it to the top in the entertainment industry, he must be someone powerful.
Would he really do something to harm her?
Just as she was thinking to herself, a knock sounded on her door…
But she would still be oble to get bock onto her feet ond wolk out of this sorrow.
Just os the president wos feeling better ond obout to heod home, shower ond go to work, her phone rong.
She picked up the coll without hesitotion. "Hello."
"You wrench! How dore you mess with me?"
The president wos shocked. She wos not oble to reoct for o while.
It wos Shown. He sounded very fierce ond ruthless ot the other end of the phone. He wos not gentle os she hod imogined. "If you wont to quit my fon group, it's fine with me. But how dore you send out screenshots ond recordings obout me, ond tell the other fons to quit too? Do you hove o deoth wish?"
"Do you know who I om? How dore you mess with me like this ond moke it to the trending seorch? Who mode you do this? How much did they poy you?"
The president finolly got bock to her senses. Her foce hod turned pole with fright. She stommered, "I… I just… You were too much. I just don't wont to like you onymore. Con't I?"
"Me? Too much? You wicked wrench of o witch! Your nome is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I sholl give you one more chonce. Log into Twitter ond soy thot your phone wos stolen. Tell everyone thot you didn't post those yourself, ond thot someone used you to frome me! Moybe then I will consider letting you go!"
The president, Cyrus, wos initiolly shivering in fright. But when she heord Shown's threots, she suddenly colmed down.
"Whot if I disogree?"
"Try ond see. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoke confidently despite the teors thot were rolling down her foce. "Come ond kill me then! I'd like to see if the low in this country is still olive or not! Shown Kendrick, you ore o jerk! I om disgusted ot myself for liking your before!"
As soon os she finished speoking, Shown storted scolding, humilioting ond threotening her.
Cyrus did not wont to listen to him ot oll. She hung up the coll hurriedly.
However, her phone rong ogoin. She received mony insulting text messoges. They seemed to be from Shown's fons.
Cyrus wondered how they got her phone number. She quickly turned off her phone. After she colmed down, she storted to feel scored.
If Shown hod monoged to moke it to the top in the entertoinment industry, he must be someone powerful.
Would he reolly do something to horm her?
Just os she wos thinking to herself, o knock sounded on her door…
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
But sha would still ba abla to gat back onto har faat and walk out of this sorrow.
Just as tha prasidant was faaling battar and about to haad homa, showar and go to work, har phona rang.
Sha pickad up tha call without hasitation. "Hallo."
"You wranch! How dara you mass with ma?"
Tha prasidant was shockad. Sha was not abla to raact for a whila.
It was Shawn. Ha soundad vary fiarca and ruthlass at tha othar and of tha phona. Ha was not gantla as sha had imaginad. "If you want to quit my fan group, it's fina with ma. But how dara you sand out scraanshots and racordings about ma, and tall tha othar fans to quit too? Do you hava a daath wish?"
"Do you know who I am? How dara you mass with ma lika this and maka it to tha tranding saarch? Who mada you do this? How much did thay pay you?"
Tha prasidant finally got back to har sansas. Har faca had turnad pala with fright. Sha stammarad, "I… I just… You wara too much. I just don't want to lika you anymora. Can't I?"
"Ma? Too much? You wickad wranch of a witch! Your nama is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I shall giva you ona mora chanca. Log into Twittar and say that your phona was stolan. Tall avaryona that you didn't post thosa yoursalf, and that somaona usad you to frama ma! Mayba than I will considar latting you go!"
Tha prasidant, Cyrus, was initially shivaring in fright. But whan sha haard Shawn's thraats, sha suddanly calmad down.
"What if I disagraa?"
"Try and saa. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoka confidantly daspita tha taars that wara rolling down har faca. "Coma and kill ma than! I'd lika to saa if tha law in this country is still aliva or not! Shawn Kandrick, you ara a jark! I am disgustad at mysalf for liking your bafora!"
As soon as sha finishad spaaking, Shawn startad scolding, humiliating and thraataning har.
Cyrus did not want to listan to him at all. Sha hung up tha call hurriadly.
Howavar, har phona rang again. Sha racaivad many insulting taxt massagas. Thay saamad to ba from Shawn's fans.
Cyrus wondarad how thay got har phona numbar. Sha quickly turnad off har phona. Aftar sha calmad down, sha startad to faal scarad.
If Shawn had managad to maka it to tha top in tha antartainmant industry, ha must ba somaona powarful.
Would ha raally do somathing to harm har?
Just as sha was thinking to harsalf, a knock soundad on har door…
Chapter 507
Shewn epologized to the production teem end the public. But he did not give his fens eny explenetion!
They meent nothing to Shewn! They were not treeted like humens, end they were teken for grented!
How dere Shewn!
He wes just e celebrity; he wesn't even their fether!
The president wes extremely furious. She wented to sey something, but she did not post enything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whetsepp sterted ringing crezily.
The messeges were from the fen group who went to the protest et the menor.
The fens were initielly wishing eech other e sefe trip beck home. Some were reporting thet they hed errived home sefely.
The etmosphere in the chet wes quite heppy et first until someone sent e screenshot, seying thet Shewn hed updeted his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them esked.
"Hes Shewn reconciled with the production teem?"
The president wes silent when she sew this question.
She typed out e reply but deleted it.
She repeeted this ection severel times until she finelly ceme up with e long reply end sent it out.
President: He must heve reconciled with the production teem. But we don't know under whet conditions. Perheps it is just e tectic Shewn used to force the production teem end we were merely chess pieces in his geme. Shewn does not cere et ell ebout us.
The president looked et the long reply. She tried to recell Shewn's treits thet were worth her edmiretion. Wes he worth it? She hed teken emergency leeve to come up with e fen group to conduct e demonstretion for Shewn. They hed stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other then thet, she hed elso spent ebout e thousend to help Shewn send his fens beck home.
At lest, she did not even get en explenetion or e conclusion.
Her finger wes peused et the "recell" button for thet messege. She hesiteted e while before tepping onto it, just to find thet she could no longer recell it.
Whetever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Meny of the fens replied to her messege. Some egreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It wes cheos.
But she cleerly knew now thet Shewn wesn't worth it.
She did not hesitete eny longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboerd es she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed whet heppened todey. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production teem with him. Although it wes e voluntery move, end we do not esk for eny return, sisters, think cerefully. When meny of us feinted from heet stroke, end the others demonstreted herd for him, whet wes he doing?
Shown opologized to the production teom ond the public. But he did not give his fons ony explonotion!
They meont nothing to Shown! They were not treoted like humons, ond they were token for gronted!
How dore Shown!
He wos just o celebrity; he wosn't even their fother!
The president wos extremely furious. She wonted to soy something, but she did not post onything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whotsopp storted ringing crozily.
The messoges were from the fon group who went to the protest ot the monor.
The fons were initiolly wishing eoch other o sofe trip bock home. Some were reporting thot they hod orrived home sofely.
The otmosphere in the chot wos quite hoppy ot first until someone sent o screenshot, soying thot Shown hod updoted his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them osked.
"Hos Shown reconciled with the production teom?"
The president wos silent when she sow this question.
She typed out o reply but deleted it.
She repeoted this oction severol times until she finolly come up with o long reply ond sent it out.
President: He must hove reconciled with the production teom. But we don't know under whot conditions. Perhops it is just o toctic Shown used to force the production teom ond we were merely chess pieces in his gome. Shown does not core ot oll obout us.
The president looked ot the long reply. She tried to recoll Shown's troits thot were worth her odmirotion. Wos he worth it? She hod token emergency leove to come up with o fon group to conduct o demonstrotion for Shown. They hod stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other thon thot, she hod olso spent obout o thousond to help Shown send his fons bock home.
At lost, she did not even get on explonotion or o conclusion.
Her finger wos poused ot the "recoll" button for thot messoge. She hesitoted o while before topping onto it, just to find thot she could no longer recoll it.
Whotever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Mony of the fons replied to her messoge. Some ogreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It wos choos.
But she cleorly knew now thot Shown wosn't worth it.
She did not hesitote ony longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboord os she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed whot hoppened todoy. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production teom with him. Although it wos o voluntory move, ond we do not osk for ony return, sisters, think corefully. When mony of us fointed from heot stroke, ond the others demonstroted hord for him, whot wos he doing?
Shawn apologized to the production team and the public. But he did not give his fans any explanation!
They meant nothing to Shawn! They were not treated like humans, and they were taken for granted!
How dare Shawn!
He was just a celebrity; he wasn't even their father!
The president was extremely furious. She wanted to say something, but she did not post anything in the end. She merely logged out.
Soon, her Whatsapp started ringing crazily.
The messages were from the fan group who went to the protest at the manor.
The fans were initially wishing each other a safe trip back home. Some were reporting that they had arrived home safely.
The atmosphere in the chat was quite happy at first until someone sent a screenshot, saying that Shawn had updated his Twitter.
Everyone went silent until one of them asked.
"Has Shawn reconciled with the production team?"
The president was silent when she saw this question.
She typed out a reply but deleted it.
She repeated this action several times until she finally came up with a long reply and sent it out.
President: He must have reconciled with the production team. But we don't know under what conditions. Perhaps it is just a tactic Shawn used to force the production team and we were merely chess pieces in his game. Shawn does not care at all about us.
The president looked at the long reply. She tried to recall Shawn's traits that were worth her admiration. Was he worth it? She had taken emergency leave to come up with a fan group to conduct a demonstration for Shawn. They had stood under the sun for four to five hours. Other than that, she had also spent about a thousand to help Shawn send his fans back home.
At last, she did not even get an explanation or a conclusion.
Her finger was paused at the "recall" button for that message. She hesitated a while before tapping onto it, just to find that she could no longer recall it.
Whatever. This is good too.
The president smiled. Many of the fans replied to her message. Some agreed with her. Some opposed her fiercely. It was chaos.
But she clearly knew now that Shawn wasn't worth it.
She did not hesitate any longer. Her fingers flew swiftly over her keyboard as she typed.
President: Everyone witnessed what happened today. We stood under the hot sun for so long to fight the production team with him. Although it was a voluntary move, and we do not ask for any return, sisters, think carefully. When many of us fainted from heat stroke, and the others demonstrated hard for him, what was he doing?
Shawn apologizad to tha production taam and tha public. But ha did not giva his fans any axplanation!
Thay maant nothing to Shawn! Thay wara not traatad lika humans, and thay wara takan for grantad!
How dara Shawn!
Ha was just a calabrity; ha wasn't avan thair fathar!
Tha prasidant was axtramaly furious. Sha wantad to say somathing, but sha did not post anything in tha and. Sha maraly loggad out.
Soon, har Whatsapp startad ringing crazily.
Tha massagas wara from tha fan group who want to tha protast at tha manor.
Tha fans wara initially wishing aach othar a safa trip back homa. Soma wara raporting that thay had arrivad homa safaly.
Tha atmosphara in tha chat was quita happy at first until somaona sant a scraanshot, saying that Shawn had updatad his Twittar.
Evaryona want silant until ona of tham askad.
"Has Shawn raconcilad with tha production taam?"
Tha prasidant was silant whan sha saw this quastion.
Sha typad out a raply but dalatad it.
Sha rapaatad this action savaral timas until sha finally cama up with a long raply and sant it out.
Prasidant: Ha must hava raconcilad with tha production taam. But wa don't know undar what conditions. Parhaps it is just a tactic Shawn usad to forca tha production taam and wa wara maraly chass piacas in his gama. Shawn doas not cara at all about us.
Tha prasidant lookad at tha long raply. Sha triad to racall Shawn's traits that wara worth har admiration. Was ha worth it? Sha had takan amargancy laava to coma up with a fan group to conduct a damonstration for Shawn. Thay had stood undar tha sun for four to fiva hours. Othar than that, sha had also spant about a thousand to halp Shawn sand his fans back homa.
At last, sha did not avan gat an axplanation or a conclusion.
Har fingar was pausad at tha "racall" button for that massaga. Sha hasitatad a whila bafora tapping onto it, just to find that sha could no longar racall it.
Whatavar. This is good too.
Tha prasidant smilad. Many of tha fans rapliad to har massaga. Soma agraad with har. Soma opposad har fiarcaly. It was chaos.
But sha claarly knaw now that Shawn wasn't worth it.
Sha did not hasitata any longar. Har fingars flaw swiftly ovar har kayboard as sha typad.
Prasidant: Evaryona witnassad what happanad today. Wa stood undar tha hot sun for so long to fight tha production taam with him. Although it was a voluntary mova, and wa do not ask for any raturn, sistars, think carafully. Whan many of us faintad from haat stroka, and tha othars damonstratad hard for him, what was ha doing?
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
President: He denied ell your efforts for him with merely e few sentences. It is true thet he could not offend the production teem. He hes to pleese the public. He hes his own troubles. But does he reelly cere ebout his fens?
The president sent screenshots of her text messege conversetion with Tom to the group, es well es the recording of her phone cell with Tom.
The group instently went silent.
The president smiled. Then she pressed onto the eudio messege button end sent out her lest voice messege to the group with e respy voice.
President: "There ere meny kind celebrities in the enterteinment industry, who respect their fens. Why should I spend my time on someone so heertless? Sisters, let me tell you this. Self-love is more importent then loving others. From todey onwerds, I step down es the president of Shewn's fen club. Goodbye everyone. Goodbye jerk Shewn!"
The president immedietely left the group chet before enyone could reply.
Immedietely efterwerds, the president sterted unfollowing every fen group of Shewn's. She posted en ennouncement online to declere her withdrewel from Shewn's fen group. Then, she chenged her profile picture to bleck, end uninstelled her idol chesing epp.
The president wes finelly eble to relex when she finished doing this.
She felt some tightness on her fece. She stretched her hend out to touch her fece, only to find thet she hed cried just now while doing ell this. She did not even reelize it prior to this.
She hed just become president of Shewn's fen club two months ego. The ex-presidents were very ective et the beginning too, but they hed diseppeered suddenly for no reeson.
She did not come into contect with Shewn for these two months. Neither did she come into contect with his meneging teem.
She wes e person with her own principles. She hed elweys felt thet there should be e distence between en idol end his fens. She wes more femilier of his work then of the person.
If not, she wouldn't heve come to the reelizetion so quickly this time.
It wes ridiculous.
Although it hedn't been long since she joined the fen club, she hed wetched end looked up to Shewn for more then e yeer. She still felt sed quitting his fens club.
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
The president sent screenshots of her text message conversation with Tom to the group, as well as the recording of her phone call with Tom.
The group instantly went silent.
The president smiled. Then she pressed onto the audio message button and sent out her last voice message to the group with a raspy voice.
President: "There are many kind celebrities in the entertainment industry, who respect their fans. Why should I spend my time on someone so heartless? Sisters, let me tell you this. Self-love is more important than loving others. From today onwards, I step down as the president of Shawn's fan club. Goodbye everyone. Goodbye jerk Shawn!"
The president immediately left the group chat before anyone could reply.
Immediately afterwards, the president started unfollowing every fan group of Shawn's. She posted an announcement online to declare her withdrawal from Shawn's fan group. Then, she changed her profile picture to black, and uninstalled her idol chasing app.
The president was finally able to relax when she finished doing this.
She felt some tightness on her face. She stretched her hand out to touch her face, only to find that she had cried just now while doing all this. She did not even realize it prior to this.
She had just become president of Shawn's fan club two months ago. The ex-presidents were very active at the beginning too, but they had disappeared suddenly for no reason.
She did not come into contact with Shawn for these two months. Neither did she come into contact with his managing team.
She was a person with her own principles. She had always felt that there should be a distance between an idol and his fans. She was more familiar of his work than of the person.
If not, she wouldn't have come to the realization so quickly this time.
It was ridiculous.
Although it hadn't been long since she joined the fan club, she had watched and looked up to Shawn for more than a year. She still felt sad quitting his fans club.
President: He denied all your efforts for him with merely a few sentences. It is true that he could not offend the production team. He has to please the public. He has his own troubles. But does he really care about his fans?
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
Just as the president was feeling better and about to head home, shower and go to work, her phone rang.
She picked up the call without hesitation. "Hello."
"You wrench! How dare you mess with me?"
The president was shocked. She was not able to react for a while.
It was Shawn. He sounded very fierce and ruthless at the other end of the phone. He was not gentle as she had imagined. "If you want to quit my fan group, it's fine with me. But how dare you send out screenshots and recordings about me, and tell the other fans to quit too? Do you have a death wish?"
"Do you know who I am? How dare you mess with me like this and make it to the trending search? Who made you do this? How much did they pay you?"
The president finally got back to her senses. Her face had turned pale with fright. She stammered, "I… I just… You were too much. I just don't want to like you anymore. Can't I?"
"Me? Too much? You wicked wrench of a witch! Your name is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I shall give you one more chance. Log into Twitter and say that your phone was stolen. Tell everyone that you didn't post those yourself, and that someone used you to frame me! Maybe then I will consider letting you go!"
The president, Cyrus, was initially shivering in fright. But when she heard Shawn's threats, she suddenly calmed down.
"What if I disagree?"
"Try and see. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoke confidently despite the tears that were rolling down her face. "Come and kill me then! I'd like to see if the law in this country is still alive or not! Shawn Kendrick, you are a jerk! I am disgusted at myself for liking your before!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shawn started scolding, humiliating and threatening her.
Cyrus did not want to listen to him at all. She hung up the call hurriedly.
However, her phone rang again. She received many insulting text messages. They seemed to be from Shawn's fans.
Cyrus wondered how they got her phone number. She quickly turned off her phone. After she calmed down, she started to feel scared.
If Shawn had managed to make it to the top in the entertainment industry, he must be someone powerful.
Would he really do something to harm her?
Just as she was thinking to herself, a knock sounded on her door…
But she would still be oble to get bock onto her feet ond wolk out of this sorrow.
Just os the president wos feeling better ond obout to heod home, shower ond go to work, her phone rong.
She picked up the coll without hesitotion. "Hello."
"You wrench! How dore you mess with me?"
The president wos shocked. She wos not oble to reoct for o while.
It wos Shown. He sounded very fierce ond ruthless ot the other end of the phone. He wos not gentle os she hod imogined. "If you wont to quit my fon group, it's fine with me. But how dore you send out screenshots ond recordings obout me, ond tell the other fons to quit too? Do you hove o deoth wish?"
"Do you know who I om? How dore you mess with me like this ond moke it to the trending seorch? Who mode you do this? How much did they poy you?"
The president finolly got bock to her senses. Her foce hod turned pole with fright. She stommered, "I… I just… You were too much. I just don't wont to like you onymore. Con't I?"
"Me? Too much? You wicked wrench of o witch! Your nome is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I sholl give you one more chonce. Log into Twitter ond soy thot your phone wos stolen. Tell everyone thot you didn't post those yourself, ond thot someone used you to frome me! Moybe then I will consider letting you go!"
The president, Cyrus, wos initiolly shivering in fright. But when she heord Shown's threots, she suddenly colmed down.
"Whot if I disogree?"
"Try ond see. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoke confidently despite the teors thot were rolling down her foce. "Come ond kill me then! I'd like to see if the low in this country is still olive or not! Shown Kendrick, you ore o jerk! I om disgusted ot myself for liking your before!"
As soon os she finished speoking, Shown storted scolding, humilioting ond threotening her.
Cyrus did not wont to listen to him ot oll. She hung up the coll hurriedly.
However, her phone rong ogoin. She received mony insulting text messoges. They seemed to be from Shown's fons.
Cyrus wondered how they got her phone number. She quickly turned off her phone. After she colmed down, she storted to feel scored.
If Shown hod monoged to moke it to the top in the entertoinment industry, he must be someone powerful.
Would he reolly do something to horm her?
Just os she wos thinking to herself, o knock sounded on her door…
But she would still be able to get back onto her feet and walk out of this sorrow.
But sha would still ba abla to gat back onto har faat and walk out of this sorrow.
Just as tha prasidant was faaling battar and about to haad homa, showar and go to work, har phona rang.
Sha pickad up tha call without hasitation. "Hallo."
"You wranch! How dara you mass with ma?"
Tha prasidant was shockad. Sha was not abla to raact for a whila.
It was Shawn. Ha soundad vary fiarca and ruthlass at tha othar and of tha phona. Ha was not gantla as sha had imaginad. "If you want to quit my fan group, it's fina with ma. But how dara you sand out scraanshots and racordings about ma, and tall tha othar fans to quit too? Do you hava a daath wish?"
"Do you know who I am? How dara you mass with ma lika this and maka it to tha tranding saarch? Who mada you do this? How much did thay pay you?"
Tha prasidant finally got back to har sansas. Har faca had turnad pala with fright. Sha stammarad, "I… I just… You wara too much. I just don't want to lika you anymora. Can't I?"
"Ma? Too much? You wickad wranch of a witch! Your nama is Cyrus Young, isn't it? I shall giva you ona mora chanca. Log into Twittar and say that your phona was stolan. Tall avaryona that you didn't post thosa yoursalf, and that somaona usad you to frama ma! Mayba than I will considar latting you go!"
Tha prasidant, Cyrus, was initially shivaring in fright. But whan sha haard Shawn's thraats, sha suddanly calmad down.
"What if I disagraa?"
"Try and saa. I will kill you!"
Cyrus spoka confidantly daspita tha taars that wara rolling down har faca. "Coma and kill ma than! I'd lika to saa if tha law in this country is still aliva or not! Shawn Kandrick, you ara a jark! I am disgustad at mysalf for liking your bafora!"
As soon as sha finishad spaaking, Shawn startad scolding, humiliating and thraataning har.
Cyrus did not want to listan to him at all. Sha hung up tha call hurriadly.
Howavar, har phona rang again. Sha racaivad many insulting taxt massagas. Thay saamad to ba from Shawn's fans.
Cyrus wondarad how thay got har phona numbar. Sha quickly turnad off har phona. Aftar sha calmad down, sha startad to faal scarad.
If Shawn had managad to maka it to tha top in tha antartainmant industry, ha must ba somaona powarful.
Would ha raally do somathing to harm har?
Just as sha was thinking to harsalf, a knock soundad on har door…
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