CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1531 - 1539: Counterattack and Slap in the Face

After hanging up the phone, Jane Sampson didn’t even bother brushing her teeth and directly logged into Twitter.

She didn’t need to search for anything—just opening the app, she knew what Rock Bell had told her to check.

CH’s official Twitter announced that Jane Sampson was invited to the annual new product launch event and had signed a regional annual endorsement deal with CH. The tweet even included a retweet lottery—just like Jane—100 netizens who follow Jane Sampson and CH’s official Twitter would win one lipstick from CH.

This tweet also received a pop-up push notification, and as soon as you opened Twitter, the message popped up automatically.

The post had been live for less than one hour, and now the retweets had already surpassed five hundred thousand.

Meanwhile, the popular topics list had already been updated with new hashtags.

#JaneSampsonCounterbackWithCH#

#JaneSampsonSixthChineseToAscendCHShowground#

Seeing this tweet, Jane Sampson sat on the bed with her phone, laughing like a lunatic.

She immediately posted her own tweet, also tagging CH’s official account.

From now on, I’m going to be CH’s crazy fan. What should I do? You guys must be 280cm tall.

I swear—I’ll be the most loyal spokesperson in history.

[Heart][Heart][Heart]

——Jane Sampson.

After exiting Twitter, Jane Sampson felt instantly refreshed.

Her legs didn’t hurt anymore.

Her waist wasn’t sore anymore.

She could probably run up and down eight floors in one go.

After washing up, Jane Sampson sat at the dining table, nibbling on the breakfast James Black had picked up from the bakery, while texting Lucy Brisk on her phone.

She had to go to Jasmine Seven’s studio in the afternoon for makeup. Afterward, she’d film a promotional video.

Once she finalized the pick-up time with Lucy Brisk, Jane Sampson logged into the game to play a few rounds.

But after logging in, she saw that neither Mimi Wood nor Kane Forest were online; only "Poor Youth" was there. Jane Sampson greeted them in the group chat.

"Just the two of you? I was hoping I could form a team at this hour."

Everyone had already met up before, so Jane Sampson didn’t bother typing and directly switched to voice chat.

"I just woke up, still lying in bed like a corpse. Oh, by the way, Mimi Wood is in a meeting, so if you want to talk to him, you’ll need to type; he can only read that," Oscar Wilson’s voice dripped with the same grogginess from just waking up.

Jane Sampson burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Mimi Wood, Poor Youth says you’re in a meeting? ——Princess Egg-Yolk.

A few seconds later, Mimi Wood replied.

One word.

Yep. ——Mimi Wood.

As the Big Boss, how dare you slack off during a meeting? Doesn’t your conscience hurt? ——Princess Egg-Yolk.

As soon as she sent this message, Jane Sampson’s phone erupted with Oscar Wilson’s hysterical laughter.

If I didn’t slack off, I’d probably lose my temper. ——Mimi Wood.

The meeting wasn’t particularly important, and Mimi Wood wasn’t the host. He sat on the side listening, furrowing his brow several times before pulling out his phone to play the game.

If he didn’t redirect his focus, he’d likely end up kicking out certain participants who were slacking off at the meeting.

At every meeting, there are always a few people who endlessly spew nonsense, never share original ideas, and constantly follow the herd.

Kane Forest’s least favorite kind of people are those who occupy positions but don’t put effort into improving themselves, instead just aiming to skate by without mistakes.

In such a big company, these types of people only amount to mediocrity over a lifetime.

For now, due to certain reasons, Kane couldn’t do anything about these individuals.

Mimi Wood, by the way, thanks for retweeting yesterday’s Twitter post. Massive gratitude. Next time, I’ll treat you to a meal! Homemade by yours truly! ——Princess Egg-Yolk.