Chapter 102
Ian came to a halt and looked at his assistant. Terry handed his phone to him. “Mrs. Holcomb is trending on Twitter.”
Ian took the device and scanned the screen. Besides the news of the accident at Holcomb Corporation’s party, there were multiple articles about Mrs. Holcomb getting drunk. He clicked on one of them and was greeted with a series of images.
The first photo was of Sage standing alone on the dance floor, dressed in a gown. The second image showed her holding a bottle of wine and chugging it with her head thrown back. In the third photo, she was holding an empty bottle with teary eyes.
The person who shared these photos included the following caption: “There was an accident at Holcomb Corporation’s party. Mr. Holcomb rushed to the hospital with the injured beauty, leaving Mrs. Holcomb alone in tears and inebriated. The couple seems to be in a marital crisis.”
In the first photo, Sage stood alone on the dance floor, her once–radiant face and bright eyes showing only loneliness. This made it seem like her marriage was indeed in trouble.
There were also numerous comments below the post claiming that they had never heard of a ” Mrs. Holcomb“.
In addition, insiders were claiming that Ian and Sage’s marriage was forced on them by their families and that the couple had no feelings for each other.
Rumor had it that the couple had already signed the divorce papers, and it was only a matter of time before they announced it. Besides that, someone also shared a link to a video of Sage drowning her sorrows in the banquet hall.
Ian clicked on the link. Sage was lifting her wine bottle defiantly in the video, screaming,” Men are all scumbags!”
Beside her sat Priscilla, who raised her glass in agreement. Sage then leaned onto Prisic… shoulder. Under the lights, her nose was bright red.
Ian’s forehead creased, and his grip on the phone tightened. He was furious.
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Terry apologized profusely, “I’m sorry, Mr. Holcomb. I didn’t arrange Mrs. Holcomb home in time. I’ll get in touch with PR to remove everything right away.
Ian glanced at the phone again, his expression shifting. “That won’t be necessary.” He then tossed the phone back to Terry and headed toward the elevator.
Perplexed, Terry took a look at his phone. Surprisingly, there was yet another trending topic concerning Mrs. Holcomb. The headlines were equally as eye–catching.
“It’s not a sin for women to drink.”
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Intrigued, he clicked on it and discovered that netizens were commenting on the bottle Sage. was holding. The bottle boasted an elegant design and looked beautiful when held in the hand or placed on the table.
Netizens pointed out that something as miserable as drowning your sorrows in alcohol
became aesthetically pleasing because of Sage and the wine bottle. Netizens also tracked down the bottle’s brand and found out that it was a new release from Mimosa.
Mimosa’s official account also commented, “It’s not a sin for women to drink. Women have the right to indulge as well.”
Its comment quickly garnered tens of thousands of likes. Below it were thousands of replies.
“Why is it okay for men to drink, but frowned upon for women to do it?”
“Society’s expectations of women are just absurd! We’re expected to be perfect housewives and businesswomen, but we’re judged for the way we choose to relax!”
“It’s not a sin for women to drink! We deserve to unwind too!”
As an act of protest against social inequality and sexist social norms, netizens flocked to Mimosa Winery’s official website to place orders for the wine, claiming that they’d drink whenever they felt like it.
Mimosa’s popularity skyrocketed as a result of the pictures. Even Priscilla’s divorce from her scumbag husband was brought back into the limelight. Netizens praised her decisiveness and zero tolerance for mistreatment, hailing her as a role model for women.
Terry couldn’t help but be amazed. No wonder his boss‘ expression had changed drastically all of a sudden. There were only a few hours between Sage being photographed drowning her sorrows and Mimosa’s sudden rise in popularity.
