Chapter 1178

Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat

The voices on the internet were boiling over. This involved so many artists at once, so everyone no
longer played dead to watch the show and came out to issue statements.

There were all kinds of lawyer letters and clarification being posted online.
Almost all of them used the same format. They were from the same law firm.
The artists’ attitudes were not ambiguous. After all, there was no way to change the situation. Thus, they
could only say that they did not know about this and retained the right to pursue the case.
[Viola Magazine is such a nasty organization that’s utterly despicable! How dare you do this to our
idols?!]
[I didn’t expect that Harvey was really wronged! Viola Magazine, where are you now? Why aren’t you
being smug to kill his career?]
[That old hag editor-in-chief Viola Zeigler wanted to sleep with Harvey? Hahahaha! Gross!]
[I really admire Harvey! He’s a real man. He didn’t explain anything after he was wronged. His tolerance
is really something!]
[Harvey has a good backer. Fortunately, Goddess Nicole is there! Otherwise, what can Harvey do?]
[Harvey can really stand up to this despicable woman! I now fully believe that he didn’t abuse his wife.
After all, he didn’t even come out to explain such a wrongful thing, so I think his domestic violence case
didn’t even happen.]
[Why didn’t other idols do the same as Harvey and refuse to shoot naked? Is it the responsibility of the
photographer alone that these nudes are exposed? Why didn’t anyone think about why those artists
would give in? Did those artists sleep with that old hag? It’s scarier the more I think about it!]
[I’m shipping Goddess Nicole and Harvey! At first, Harvey didn’t want to set Nicole up, and Nicole didn’t
let them bully Harvey. They’re such confidants…]
[This damned Viola Magazine! Those who shot their cover are really unlucky. Are all magazines like this
with such unspoken rules?]



Viola Zeigler, the editor-in-chief of Viola Magazine, was in her car not far from the office. She was
wearing sunglasses as she looked at the doorway which was surrounded by people.

She anxiously called one contact after another, but no one answered.
“I usually have so many friends, but now, none of them can be counted on?”
Better yet, she called the photographer’s phone indignantly.

“Look at what you’ve done! Those photos are for us to keep something over those artists, yet you just
send them out like this? Those artists are gonna kill us!” The photographer was drunk last night. When
the photographer was drinking, one of his friends from his hometown, who was also his new apprentice,
wanted to see the rules of the business. Thus, the photographer added his apprentice to the group chat
and sent over those photos. In the past, the photographer sent such photos, but no one screenshotted
them. Now…


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