“She might have orchestrated Cyril’s death. It could all be a scheme!”
The tension and comments on Hannah’s tweet soared to 100, 000!
Suddenly, Pierson chimed in, referencing Hannah’s tweet.
““@Hannah Moore is my idol. I was also in last night’s race and saw her in action. What you see in the video is what happened. Before the race, someone tried to break into her garage; I caught them. If necessary, I’ve got the footage. Let’s not twist the facts.”
Alongside his words, Pierson included a selfie of himself holding a racing helmet from the previous night.
“Pierson!! My god! They’re acquainted! Is this real?”
Pierson’s manager was stunned at his tweet.
“Pierson’s at it again, flaunting things recklessly. Someone catch him!”
“The evidence is there! Pierson’s a racer, and Hannah Moore is talented. It makes sense he looks up to her.”
“Did Pierson got an autograph from his idol? I need to know!”
Remarkably, Pierson even responded to this query.
“I didn’t get her signature, but I got her WhatsApp!” He included a cute emoji for good measure.
“Look at this joyful dude!”
“Where’s his manager?”
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“How’d you get her WhatsApp? Share yours! I want to add my idol too!”
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Though Pierson had come to Hannah’s defense, the tide of online hostility receded only slightly. A few stubborn critics still seized on her impulsivity.
They persisted in launching verbal salvos at Hannah under her latest tweet, their words dripping with malice!
Fed up, Hannah tossed her phone to the side, intending to spend her day cocooned in bed.
Yet her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with WhatsApp messages from Lydia!
[Check Twitter now!! Ah ah ah!]
[Why haven’t you replied? Did you see Twitter??]
[Hurry up and look now!!]
The incessant vibration finally broke Hannah’s resolve. Picking up the phone, she found a barrage of messages from Lydia.
[I get it, I get it. It’s about that tweet from your idol. I saw it.]