Speaking of which, Mair Williams stood there, frustrated, "No way, tonight I must grab that black face and give him a beating to vent this anger! If I don’t let this anger out, I’m afraid I’ll end up with internal injuries."

Jane Sampson was dumbfounded, "But Liam Woody hasn’t annoyed you, why would you hit him?"

"He’s my boyfriend, okay? Do I need a reason to hit him?" Mair Williams asked, "Just like you want to hit your President Black, do you need a reason?"

Jane Sampson blinked her eyes, speechless. What could she do?

"I say, little Jane, aren’t you upset?" Mair Williams poked Jane Sampson’s mobile phone, "This is the most pitiful time the team Sister-in-laws have been slandered! Really, no matter how Jillian Carter cleans up her image, I’m fine with it, but pulling in the term ’team Sister-in-laws,’ I can’t agree with that!"

"But she really is a team Sister-in-law," Jane Sampson helplessly spread her hands, "Whoever set her up with that marketing team knew what they were doing."

Jane Sampson had to give them credit for thinking to use Jillian Carter’s identity as a team Sister-in-law, leveraging netizens’ respect for the profession and status of defenders to clean up the image. This marketing team is really impressive, leaving no stone unturned.

They can turn any black coal into a glowing diamond.

"Yes, she is a team Sister-in-law, I can’t refute that, but she even parades her own brother and mother around, isn’t that disgusting? Plus, claiming the Carter Family’s reputation, isn’t she afraid of tarnishing it! Seriously, after relying on her brother and mother, she relies on her husband next, how does Jillian Carter have such good luck? Why are there so many people for her to lean on?"

If it were in the past, Mair Williams might not have been so angry, but now, her boyfriend is a defender. She really can understand the difficulties and hardships defenders and their relatives face, so she strongly resents Jillian Carter’s behavior of exploiting the team Sister-in-law status.

It’s like all the hardships of team Sister-in-laws around the world are sung by Jillian Carter alone.

"No way, I have to say something to counter this." Mair Williams followed Jane Sampson into the house, cursing all the while, "You, the old team Sister-in-law didn’t say anything, yet she’s only been a team Sister-in-law for a few days and she’s already jumping around. It’s annoying to watch, both are team Sister-in-laws, yet you know how to protect your Investor Black’s privacy, while all Jillian Carter does is use the people around her for personal gain."

"Mair, don’t act impulsively and get involved right now." Jane Sampson reached out and snatched Mair Williams’ mobile phone, "You’re not allowed to post anything on Twitter. Don’t confront Jillian Carter head-on at this time. The marketing team she found this time is very sophisticated. If you dare to confront Jillian Carter, they’ll dare to slap a label on you for disrespecting defenders and their relatives."

"So we’re just going to sit back and watch her jump around all over the internet?" Mair Williams sat angrily on the sofa.

"All things in moderation, by exploiting her team Sister-in-law status too much, she’ll also attract others’ resentment. Besides, Jillian Carter’s character won’t change simply because the marketing accounts say she’s cultured and reasonable. Once she cleans up this time, the next time something comes up, it’ll be even harder for her to clean up and she’ll face a worse fall."

Jane Sampson patted Mair Williams’ impatient head, then withdrew her hand, forming a fist and turning it around, "So, just wait and see. Not to brag, but in terms of acting skills, I am definitely confident that I can press her down on the floor, rub and rub again!"