My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 976 Ask Richard To Help Me
Sadie went on Twitter. Sure enough, it was inundated with news about the fire at Haddock Group. Despite that, there are still
haters who keep attacking me. And here I was, hoping no one would pay attention to me anymore with the latest news making
its rounds.
She flung aside her phone in anger. What the hell is going on with these keyboard warriors? It was just a fall. What’s the big
deal?
Meanwhile, Robert was already working on getting in touch with Twitter. He also came up with a brilliant idea. “I’ve asked a few
contacts to get a few minor celebrities to help you explain why you fell. Just wait and see.”
“What?” she said, looking at him in astonishment. No sooner had she uttered that than she received a notification informing her
that someone had tweeted her. In fact, several celebrities appeared to have posted almost simultaneously while tagging her
Twitter handle.
One tweet said: She worked incredibly hard to give her best on the runway! Despite twisting her ankle, she refused to rest and
insisted on doing the show!
Another posted: Here’s a photo of the bocks of her heels that were all scraped up. Wow, I have so much respect for her that she
still went onstage for the opening show even though her feet were in such bad shape!
Someone else tweeted: Sadie is the most hardworking model I’ve ever seen!
All the celebrities who had received money from Robert began repudiating the criticism and standing up for Sadie in an attempt
to establish Sadie’s professionalism and dedication.
Sadie breathed a long sigh of relief. “The older, the wiser indeed. You’re amazing, Dad! I can’t believe you actually thought of this
idea to protect me.”
She looked at him gratefully, instantly feeling much more at ease. / hope this storm will blow over quickly. Otherwise, my
subsequent resources, including my overall image and career, will take a big hit. My goal is to break out of Eurasia and make my
mark as an international supermodel!
Alas, it was soon evident that the negative sentiment online about her falling twice in a row did not take a turn. On the contrary,
the comments became increasingly scathing.

Some netizens, who were either people falsely claiming to be her fans or those who hated her, also kept circulating screenshots
of the moments after her clumsy blunder. They criticized her for losing her composure after stumbling, and even after someone
helped her up, her catwalk was a mess. They noted that she seemed to have no clue how to carry on with the show and was
smiling awkwardly, and they mocked her for being unprofessional. Their argument was that while the fall was not her fault, she
did not handle the situation well after that.
On top of that, netizens even dug up videos of the top models at an international runway show from the year 2006. One had an
issue with her heels and had trouble walking in them. In the end, her shoes slipped off her feet. In response, the model stood on
her tiptoes and continued strutting her stuff, impressing everyone with how calmly she handled the crisis.
Another incident was when a model sprained her foot badly while walking the runway. However, she quickly steadied herself
after momentarily losing her balance. If nobody pointed it out or watched the footage at a slower speed, no one would have
noticed she had sprained her foot and how serious it was.
Twitter soon became flooded with those images and videos, and when placed side-by-side with screenshots of Sadie’s tumble,
they were in stark contrast with each other.
Sadie broke down completely. All her efforts to promote an image of professionalism and dedication had failed and triggered a
backlash.
Overcome with rage, she swept everything from the table onto the floor. “Dad! These internet trolls just can’t bear to see me do
well!”
“What are you so worked up about?”
Shiela had been resting in her bedroom upstairs. Upon hearing the sound of things crashing onto the floor, she got up irritably.
As soon as she walked out the door and glanced down the stairs, she saw the mess in the living room. That made her even
more exasperated. I’m already not feeling well because of the pregnancy, and now here’s Sadie throwing a tantrum!
“What on earth do you think you’re doing, Sadie Jensen? Aren’t you going to let me get some sleep?” she demanded impatiently
while heading downstairs.
“Shiela!”
Hearing Shiela’s voice, Sadie rushed toward her sister. “Go to Richard, will you? Ask him to help me out. I really don’t know what
I should do! Everyone on the internet is taking digs at me and siding with that b’tch, Ashlyn!”