Chapter 92 Childish Like a Fool
Before dawn, Rebecca was shaken awake by Lucy.
"Becca, Becca, wake up..."
Rebecca opened her eyes to find a phone shoved in her face.
The bright screen was blinding. Rebecca rubbed her eyes, and after a while, she understood what she was seeing.
"Rose" had deleted the post yesterday evening.
Overnight, a bunch of new posts had popped up on the forum.
[Wow! What kind of big shot did she hook up with? Even Rose backed down!]
[Doesn't this indirectly prove that what Rose exposed was true?]
[Good thing she didn't go into showbiz, or she'd totally be one of those scheming girls who sleeps her way up from directors to producers. Any brothers who got with her? Better go get checked out at the hospital! Getting dumped is one thing, but catching some nasty disease would be a disaster!]
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As if sensing danger from "Rose," people chatting on the forum carefully avoided mentioning Rebecca's name.
Yet everyone in the comments knew exactly who they were talking about, enthusiastically discussing the photos and implications from the now-deleted hot post.
In just one night, dozens of new posts on related topics had been published.
Each post had comment threads hundreds of replies deep.
Rebecca finally understood why "Rose" had deleted the post so quickly.
She must have anticipated this would happen.
Her phone dinged. Seeing Floyd's name on the screen, Rebecca answered the call.
Floyd's voice was steady. "Rebecca, don't panic! I've been tracking the forum, and I've collected and saved evidence of everything, including posts that were discussed then deleted. These all stemmed from Rose's hot post, so they can all be dealt with together. If it bothers you, take a couple days off. I'll collect evidence as quickly as possible and file a lawsuit."
"Mr. Ryan, I'm fine."
Rebecca said.
After going through half a month of the Getty family's bankruptcy and being turned away everywhere, Rebecca felt nothing could break her anymore.
No matter how ugly the insults on the forum were, they weren't worse than what she'd seen and heard in person during those two weeks.
After hanging up, she met Lucy's thumbs-up. Rebecca ruffled her messy hair and got up to wash up.
Rebecca wasn't wrong.
From the moment she left the dorm building, people were pointing and whispering everywhere she went.
The classroom was noisy and lively, with people at both doors acting like guards, looking around. As soon as they spotted her from afar, they turned and went back to their seats.
When Rebecca entered, the classroom fell silent.
Someone had taken her usual seat.
There were empty seats in every row, but all had guys on both sides.
Rebecca could already imagine what would happen if she walked over and said "excuse me."
They wouldn't stand up and step out to let her in.
Instead, they'd lean back, only spreading their legs forward to create a gap, making her squeeze through that gap.
Even though they wore thick clothes in winter.
Even if it was just clothes brushing against each other, maybe not even touching at all.
But as long as those dozens of pairs of eyes from all directions saw it, all sorts of weird, mocking comments would emerge.
Hadn't they done the same thing before when girls in class started dating or embarrassed themselves?
Twenty years old and still acting like idiots!
"Rebecca, come sit here."
Vice monitor Isla Carter glared angrily at the guys around her, stood up, and waved Rebecca over.
With a grateful smile, Rebecca looked around and spoke coldly.