Leave Me Alone Mr Shaffer Novel

Chapter 503 Top-Notch Marketing Skills
Briana and the car lifted into the air simultaneously, with Briana standing on the car roof and addressing the camera.
Everything was proceeding smoothly.
Out of the blue, Jessica grabbed the director’s walkie-talkie and directed Briana, who was suspended mid-air, saying, “Briana,
make your pose more prominent.”
This caught everyone off guard, as they didn’t expect an agent to be so presumptuous.
Even more astonishing was Briana’s compliance.
Up in the air, every pose was precarious, especially since Briana was wearing high heels.
If she made a wrong move...
“Ah!” A scream echoed through the air.
Isabella’s heart sank, prompting her to swiftly order Briana to be brought down without a moment’s hesitation.
In a matter of seconds, Briana landed safely, yet tears still streamed down her face.
Everyone gathered around in concern.
“My foot is sprained...” Briana elongated her voice, crying in a melodramatic tone.
Jessica forced her way through the crowd, initially scolding and then unleashin vehement curses.
“Ms. West, stop blaming. It’s crucial to take her to the hospital now,” Isabella interjected
As Isabella finished speaking, Jessica glared fiercely, saying, “What do you know? Her foot is sprained. How can she attend the
film festival?”
Isabella frowned, her patience finally wearing thin. “It was your insistence on making her wear high heels and interrupting the
director. If it weren’t for you...”
“Shut up!” Jessica shouted in frustration, raising her hand and slapping Isabella across the face.

Isabella instinctively stepped back but couldn’t entirely evade it.
With a resounding slap, half of it landed on her face.
A gasp emanated from the surrounding people.
“Miss Symons!” Phoebe rushed over to assist Isabella, signaling the surrounding bodyguards to approach Briana’s team.
Although a bit frightened, Jessica managed to shout.
Isabella got up from the ground, glanced at Jessica, and then at Briana.
“Take her to the hospital.”
Everyone was surprised, not expecting her to remain composed.
Phoebe remained the most composed, directing someone to take Briana to the hospital and then escorting the agitated Jessica
out.
“Miss Symons, are you alright?”
Isabella moved her lips and smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Then you...”
“Go check how the video turned out.”
Phoebe was taken aback, recalling the sudden appearance of more people in the arena earlier, arranged by Isabella for the
press.
She first brought Isabella an ice pack, then hurried to review the video.
Isabella sat in the lounge, closing her eyes and contemplating everything that had transpired.
“Miss Symons, should we release it?”
“Send the video to the paparazzi, Let them release it.”
“Okay.”

Phoebe had never encountered such situations before and felt uneasy.
Isabella opened her eyes, her gaze serene.
Initially worried about Nemotors’ insufficient marketing budget, everything fell into place. With Briana’s participation, it was
essentially a free marketing opportunity.
As expected, the paparazzi acted swiftly, promptly releasing the video.
Their target was not Briana but Jessica.
Jessica had a particularly tarnished reputation among fans, who had long desired her replacement.
As it gained traction, the feed became flooded with videos of the celebrity agent slapping the executive director, and netizens
went wild sharing them.
Nemotors had recently gained some popularity, leveraging the image of a stated enterprise, which easily resonated with public
sentiments.
Briana’s popularity soared, but with every fan gained, more detractors emerged.
At a certain juncture, the war of words ignited.
Isabella sat in the lounge, calmly observing the unfolding situation, and then instructed
Phoebe to issue a statement.
Nemotors took full responsibility, acknowledging the safety hazards and offering a direct apology to Briana.
Simultaneously, Jessica’s video insisting that Briana wear high heels and grab the walkie-talkie was made public.
Nemotors, portrayed as being in a pitiful state, immediately evoked sympathy without, the need to purchase fake supporters, and
the levels of sympathy reached th