Chapter 758:
The Meridian Future show had yet to begin, yet the backstage air already hummed with tension and disorder.
It didn’t take long before someone filmed the scuffle and slipped the clip online. The post spread like wildfire.
#KylaBullyingStaff
#FionaAinsleyBackstageConflict
#KylaBeingAPrimaDonna
The hashtags climbed straight to the top of the trending list.
The video remained raw, though the clip of Fiona being shoved was curiously absent. What it did show was Kyla scolding the assistant and standing as if ready to fight.
The show was already highly anticipated. The clash between fan groups on both sides, coupled with media outlets adding fuel to the fire, caused quite a stir online.
Ainsley’s supporters seized the chance to defend her, insisting, “This clip must have been filmed in secret, right? Our Ainsley is always picked on by these so-called big-name singers backstage! She’s such a pure, innocent girl. She’s been framed from the beginning!”
Kyla’s fans immediately clapped back, “Our Kyla has always been upfront and genuine. Her record is spotless. If Kyla despises Ainsley, then there has to be a reason. Ainsley must be scheming behind that sweet face!”
The clash between fan bases grew so fierce that even Elegance’s official account stepped in with a statement: “Ainsley, just stay true to yourself. The right people will recognize your shine. See you at the show!”
With the brand openly siding with Ainsley, her fans became even more hostile, their comments turning increasingly sharp.
Then, after a long silence since the change in management, Sweetberry suddenly dropped a post on Twitter: “Such an attention whore.”
That cryptic remark from Sweetberry’s official account was like striking a match in dry tinder, instantly intensifying the already blazing online dispute.
Fiona walked into Sweetberry’s studio with Zander, the bandage still wrapped around her wrist, her complexion pale and weary. “There was a commotion outside just now, and that’s why we’re late,” Fiona murmured softly.
“I know. I was the one who asked Zander to look after you,” Rylie answered, her eyes drifting to Fiona’s bare face, lingering on her features for a moment.
Fiona’s beauty was delicate and youthful, yet the hardships she had endured added a subtle maturity, a refined charm distinct from Ainsley’s fresh and girlish allure.
That kind of elegance carried a deeper, more cultivated appeal.
Then, Rylie glanced at the coat symbolizing Spring and asked Melany to bring it over.
When the garment was presented, Fiona instantly caught sight of its likeness to the one she had seen in Ainsley’s pictures. Her eyes widened in astonishment. “Isn’t this a design from Elegance? I saw it in Ainsley’s photos.”
“Elegance copied from us,” Kyla sneered. “No wonder they picked Ainsley as their face. Like attracts like!”
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