The reporter timidly agreed.
The director instructed another staff member, "Looks like Ivy Claude is about to fade out. She will soon have a surge in traffic, but then she'll fall from grace. So go find dirt on Ivy Claude, wasn't someone exposed earlier? Go find it! Verify it! Then we'll hit her harder than anyone else! Time is of the essence; let's be the first media to beat the drowning dog!"
The staff member received the order and left.
...
A middle-aged lady walked up to Ivy Claude, grabbed her hair, and pulled her up, "You little bitch, you have the nerve to act innocent? Where was that seductive look when you were seducing my husband?"
Ivy Claude screamed in pain as her hair was pulled.
Her agent came over, "You're talking nonsense! How dare you slander Ivy! We'll sue you!"
The lady sneered disdainfully at the agent, "Pah! Get lost, you lapdog! Do you know who I am? My name is Martin Kalisto! My husband is Ethan Castillo!"
