Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 285

The more Helen went off, the more she lost control-her twisted face was a far cry from the elegant socialite everyone believed her to be.

Netizens took loads of screenshots of her at her worst, flooding the chat with insults like "disgraced old lady." They roasted her without mercy, sending Helen into a furious meltdown.

The online scandal was spreading like wildfire, and even Billy, stuck recovering in the hospital, couldn't avoid the mess.

Just as he was starting to bounce back, his blood pressure went through the roof.

"Mr. Westwood, Mrs. Westwood came to me about this, and I clearly turned her down, but she just wouldn't take no for an answer," the PR head stammered.

"Who handed her access to the company's official account?" Billy's temples pounded, his blood pressure spiking.

"I honestly don't know, Mr. Westwood. I never gave her any permissions," the PR head said, voice shaking.

"Then what do you actually know? I brought you in to handle PR disasters-not to sit here doing nothing!" Billy barked.

"Is fate seriously out to wreck the Westwood family?' Billy brooded, feeling like everything was falling apart.

One mess barely settled before the next one exploded

"And of course, it was always my own people screwing things up Why can't Helen use her brain for once? Even if she can't, couldn't she just talk to me before doing anything?

"Now everyone's just doing whatever they want-is it because I can't keep them in check anymore?' Billy thought, the sense of powerlessness gnawing at him.

The PR head replied, "I did try to talk Mrs. Westwood out of it, and I honestly thought she'd dropped the whole idea. Maybe someone else in the PR team gave her access to the official account. I'lI check into it right now."

With that, he hung up.

Billy rolled his eyes in irritation. 'Does it even matter right now who gave her the official account access? This isn't the time to point fingers.

"What actually matters is shutting down that livestream immediately and stopping the fallout!' he fumed.

Once he hung up, the PR head didn't get to investigating right away.

Instead, he watched Helen brawl with the netizens in the livestream-it was a full-on insult fest, with people dragging out every parent and ancestor in the book.

He was just there for the drama, thinking, 'Let's see how far Helen can screw this up—no one's cleaning up after her now.

Maybe it was just that Helen's roasting game didn't hold a candle to the netizens pumping out peak-level sarcasm and slick trolling in the livestream-their comments flew by faster than she could blink

Helen's own voice was totally buried under a tsunami of comments from thousands of troll-happy netizens. When she spotted a "Go die, old hag!" comment, she rolled her eyes so hard she basically rage-quit IRL and passed out cold, absolutely demolished by the chat.

The curtain may have dropped on this circus, but the waves of fallout were just getting started.

Meanwhile, at the Sterling residence, William had just returned to the country with his wife, Vivian, and even Edward had come back from the military to welcome them home.

After dinner, Erin was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she stumbled across Helen's livestream.

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