CH 228
The Return of The Lord God
This program was broadcast live on the internet, and after the presenter released this evidence, there was a moment of silence and a low chuckle from behind his mask: âOh, oh, the Imperial singing sensation, Jonas, turned out to be heading to the set after Mitchellâs signing date. Time logic is a good thing. If three things are put together and arranged arbitrarily, it makes a different story. So who stole the endorsement from whom? I have other material here. Letâs seeâ¦.â
The crowd was watching the hostâs live webcast with great interest, but the show suddenly came to a screeching halt. The originally bright and clear screen instantly turned into a blue screen.
The crowd froze for a moment, thinking there was a network problem. Everyone refreshed the webpage, but to their surprise, found that it was not a network problem, but that the webpage had been hacked so thoroughly that there was no way to verify it.
Everyone was tangled and lost. It was like eating appetisers to whet your appetite, only to see the main course coming up, but the food slips away right in front of you and is taken back to the kitchen. It was an itchy feeling that made one want to jump up and dive into the kitchen to find out more.
The crowd was so excited by the month-long buildup that it was very uncomfortable to have it come to a screeching halt. They just wanted to crawl down the internet and let the host continue. Some people, after repeatedly failing to refresh the webpage, began to search for previous programs on the web show using keywords, only to find that the search did not bring up anything.
Jaws dropped as people sought the truth. Some even thought more carefully that what the presenter was about to reveal must have hit a nerve with some people, and the powerful people directly cut off the broadcast.
Such wa the curiosity of people that once a corner of the veil is lifted, they must find out the truth. The show was not broadcast the following day, but it had spread like a legacy.
Some on the internet began to continue what the host hadnât said, analysing the chronology of the photos and the time to make a chart to try to restore the original truth.
With almost all the evidence laid out in front of them, if netizens didnât see the truth of the matter, they would be fools.
Although Jonas was the most prestigious of the new generation of singers, the world didnât revolve around him. Some liked his charming love songs; some liked Quarkâs debauchery; others liked Jeffreyâs majesty and grandeur; and naturally, some liked Mitchellâs pure beauty.
The next day, the internet was awash with inferential discussions on the topic. One of the posters connected all the events in a series and continued what the presenter hadnât finished.
To deduce the truth about what happened, one couldnât just look at one-sided videos or photos; time was an important variable.
This poster started with a simple story that led to the next thing being deduced: a dark and windy night, a man, over the wall into the house, leaving, drinking.
The first thing one would think is that a man broke into a house on a dark and windy night, stole something, and then left to enjoy a drink.
However, the truth was that the man got drunk after drinking, and when it was dark and cold, he could not stand it, so he went over the wall into a familyâs yard to escape the cold, leaving after waking up in the morning.
The poster compiled a timeline of all the videos the presenter put out earlier that involved time: Mitchell and Hallyvetteâs hidden marriage;-Mitchellâs debut through the original song contest;-The Call is a big hit;-Mitchell signs a contract with Shengzi Springs Water;-Jonas and Mitchell appear on set at the same time;-the endorsement grab and Mitchell is caught up in a scandalous spiral;-The story of Mitchellâs departure from the industry.
When these events are strung together in a simple and brutal chronological order from beginning to end, it makes all the lies disappear.
One didnât need any words to begin to understand the truth just by looking at that timeline alone. Mitchellâs hit song âThe Callâ was a national sensation, but then all sorts of things came to light, most notably the âendorsement grabbingâ and âplaying a big nameâ incidents. Although he was already the wife of the successor of the Lambert family, he was more modest than other newcomers when he came on and off of the set. Other newcomers have an assistant with them, but Mitchell did everything himself when he came in and didnât have an assistant with him.
On the contrary, instead of getting proof of Mitchellâs black material, the crowd felt that Jonas, who normally looks good, was the one playing a big name when compared to Mitchell. Not only was he swarmed by a dozen people when he came on the set without having signed a contract, but he entered and very naturally sat his butt on the centermost sofa as if he were the main character.
The real boss of the Lambert family, on the other hand, was quietly sitting on a small bench in the corner, reading the script carefully.
Without comparison, there is no harm. But when two people with the same perfect appearance stood together, they would inevitably be compared to each other. This simple comparison had already revealed their true personalities.
In the face of the misunderstood Mitchell on the internet, Jonas, the man in question, did not come forward to clarify the misunderstood matter. On the contrary, instead of clarifying, he was suspected of deliberate distortion.
Jonasâ die-hard fans still refused to acknowledge that Mitchellâs subsequent exit was related to Jonasâs affair. They firmly believed that their idol was perfect and that these few videos proved nothing. Even if they did, so what? No one was perfect. Is their idol not allowed to play a big name? Jonas was Mitchellâs predecessor in the world of showbiz, so he had the right to behave like that! So what if he didnât explain? He didnât have to!
The brain-dead among the die-hard fans were still bashing Mitchell, believing that it was all a conspiracy on his part. However, the publicâs eyes were now open and had already been convinced by the evidence. One user then released an image of the two Hallyvette and Mitchell together, but it wasnât a pretty picture.
In the image, Mitchell is as thin as a bamboo pole, his face pale, and his eyes are dull as if they would break at the slightest touch. He was accompanied by a sad-looking Hallyvette, who was pampering Mitchell.
After releasing the photo, the netizen broke into a tirade: âEnough, shut up, guards! This is a photo I secretly took in January. Why on earth did Mitchell turn out like this?!â
The photo once again caused an uproar in the internet community, as no one expected Mitchellâs body to look like this in the days he had mysteriously disappeared.
Was it because they were spewing malice against Mitchell on trumped-up charges without proof? What was the difference between Mitchellâs thin, bony appearance and his death? They almost killed a young man with their malicious words!
Those who had attacked Mitchell on the internet fell silent in shame as they looked at the skin and the young man who was almost skin and bones. They thought back to what they had said out of pleasure and wanted to dig dog holes and burrow into them for fear of being found out that they had been involved in that malicious incident.
However, Jonasâs fans didnât give up. They seemed to be saying that it was Mitchellâs fault and not Jonasâs. That he had been silent about the endorsement grab and had no obligation to come forward to clarify.
Until now, the crowd had started to resent these so-called brain-dead fans. Yes, he was not obliged to come forward, but as his senior, it was a bit callous of him to observe the situation from the sidelines when his junior was under fire. Moreover, Jonas had a part to play in this matter, and he wanted to get out of it. No way!
Jonas was previously seen as a nice omega, but after this incident, many people started to think that Jonas not only put on airs but was also cold and not as welcoming as he appeared to be. And his fans are so rude that itâs offensive. While the fans were being disgusted, netizens also began to take a balanced approach to Jonas.
By this point, the perfect image Jonas had built up over his ten-year career was slowly beginning to crack. He no longer had zero bad reviews, and he was no longer synonymous with perfection. He had his flaws. He had his moments of selfishness. He wasnât perfect, he was just a human being.
Jonas was looking through the internet when he got the call from Borg. He had never imagined that what had started as speculation about Hallyvetteâs wife would suddenly turn on him.
Jonas picked up the phone in confusion. âMr. Borg, are you seeing whatâs being said about me on the internet?â
Borgâs voice on the other end of the line was less than concerned, âDonât worry, itâs okay, Iâll get someone to take care of it, itâs just a minor thing, you donât have to care. What you should be concerned about now is what you should wear to the Lambert familyâs wedding reception the day after tomorrow. â
Jonas shivered as he remembered the old man who looked so kind but was so ruthless: âWell, youâre right. Iâll leave this to you.â