From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1079: 499 Extremely Unlucky_2 Chapter 1079: 499 Extremely Unlucky_2 This was a battle of marketing.

As a rising star, Vivian Hayes was well-versed in this realm and had continuously emerged victorious.

However, this time, she made a grave mistake.

Aubree Groove was not a person in the entertainment circle and had no home base.

That was the first issue.

Having just graced the Spring Festival Gala and garnered rave reviews due to her exemplary image and stable performance, her national reputation skyrocketed.

After all, the elderly who rarely watched television throughout the year would definitely tune in to the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve, lavishing praises on her.

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This was the second issue.

The third and most important point was her charity work.

She had genuinely helped countless underprivileged families and children.

Compared to a star who loved marketing but never made a donation, Aubree Groove’s image garnered high favorability among the public.

The murder incident at Dreamy Villa had not been long ago.

From this event, everyone implicitly agreed on a conclusion.

Aubree Groove was a good person.

She would not initiate harm to anyone.

The only opportunity for anyone to slander her would be through rumors.

From now on, no one could tarnish Aubree Groove’s reputation, because they would not, allow, it!

This time was no different.

With her numerous scandalous events and the power of having control over hundreds of marketing influencers to dominate the entertainment industry, everyone had tolerated Vivian Hayes.

But now, she had crossed everyone’s bottom line.

It was time for Vivian Hayes and her team to learn about the power of the masses.

“Lynette, we’re in trouble!

We can’t control the online public opinion anymore.”

Inside an office, a woman who was drinking tea was so startled that she accidentally burned her mouth.

“Why can’t it be controlled?

Deploy the online bots.

You don’t mean to tell me…” The woman barked in complete frustration.

“This time, our opponent is different.

She has many casual fans, this group is very formidable.

Even when we overfill them with our bots, there’s no sound or reaction.”

The woman smacked down her cup forcefully; the scalding tea splashed onto her arm, but she didn’t seem to notice.

She desperately tried to call Vivian Hayes, but her phone was consistently switched off.

“That damned brat, disappearing on me during such a critical moment.” An ill foreboding settled in her heart.

Could the online revelations be true?

As the uncontrollable online public opinion escalated and with Vivian Hayes missing without a trace, the manager quickly developed a cold sore from the rush of events.

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The puja conducted by Master Kurong was attended by countless believers, with even the exterior of the temple being fully occupied with standing attendees.

Charlotte Aria was accompanying Madam Aria.

With such a solemn puja, she dared not look around, but she was unable to understand the profound teachings of Buddhism being discussed, making her feel rather drowsy.

At noon, the temple distributed vegetarian meals – a bowl of wisdom noodles with side dishes such as vegetarian roast goose, tofu, and other snacks.

The vegetarian food provided by this temple was famous far and wide and some believers traveled a great distance to taste it.

Today it was being distributed for free.

Charlotte Aria took a bite, it tasted better than what she had imagined.

The noodles were chewy and the soup was flavorful, exuding a refreshing aroma.

It must contain some kind of herbs, as she tasted a hint of bitterness, yet it was not off-putting.

After the lunch break, the afternoon puja began.

Charlotte Aria admired her grandmother’s concentration, as she noticed her calm expression.

When the sun began to set, and the puja finally ended, the crowd dispersed.

Madam Aria was invited by Master Kurong to his Zen Room.

As such, Charlotte Aria could only wait outside.

The room was soundproofed, and no sounds could be heard from outside.

About ten minutes later, Madam Aria came out, leaning on the door frame.

Charlotte Aria quickly rushed to support her.

Madam Aria looked serene, her old fingers twirling a string of Buddhist beads, and she murmured, “A storm is brewing.”

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After Madam Aria left, Oliver Williams entered the master’s Zen Room.

“Master, Madam Aria has been sent off.

Is there anything else you need?”

Master Kurong, around fifty years old, slender in build, wearing a sepia monk’s robe, a gold robe, and a string of 108 Bodhi beads around his neck, sat on the meditation cushion.

A ray of the setting sun penetrated the gap in the window, casting a brilliant sheen onto Master Kurong’s robe, illuminating the dark room.

On the table, there was a sign cylinder with geometric bamboo strips.

Master Kurong held one of the strips in his hand.

“There has been considerable movement within the temple these past few days.

You must be more vigilant in case anything goes wrong.”

The smoothed voice, despite its main note of calm, carried a hint of tranquility that wafted gently into human ears.

Oliver Williams clasped his hands together: “Your disciple will see to it.”

Master Kurong put down the bamboo strip, turned around and took a glance at him.

His face had not been touched by time.

His eyes were wise and insightful.

When he looked at people, there was always a twinkle of laughter in his eyes, making him very approachable.