"At 10 p.m., just as Emily said the space would start, without being a second late, the Twitter space already began. However, to say it started while they were both in their different houses would be a lie.At this moment, Emily had already invited herself to Jessica’s place and was staying overnight. In this manner, the Twitter space was unlike the last time; this time, it was a video space where each participant could see the host and the co-host.With this, Emily dressed as if she were going to a corporate office. She wore a fitted black blazer over a crisp white blouse, paired with tailored trousers that accentuated her slender frame.Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, framing her face and highlighting her sharp features. Minimalistic jewelry adorned her ears and wrists. And Jessica remained dressed in the same way.Sitting side by side, Emily began, “Hey fellas, you know the drill; we're here again for another episode of 'The Punk Poorest Guy on Campus.' And jus
“Who is this?””Who wrote this nonsense?”“Did I just read a comment from an unknown person defending that punk bastard?”“Who's that?”“Everyone has a name; why don’t you?”Ex-ranger Jackson, at this instant, saw comments redirecting to the anonymous comment, and hence he could not take his eyes off the phone screen. And in the same way,“You know, if what you said is true, we should hear it from the horse's mouth herself. You said Olivia told you this? Let her be on the mic, and let us hear it from her.”Commenting on this, ex-ranger Jackson saw another ton of comments showing at the bottom of his screen and floating up one after another.“There may be some sense in what this anonymous guy is saying.”“Yeah, Emily, let us hear it from Olivia herself.”“Let her speak for herself.”“Where is Olivia? She should tell us herself.”Seeing these comments, Emily suddenly voiced out as she said,“Hahaha, it's so disappointing that you guys chose to believe an anonymous person hiding behind t
Immediately, as the anonymous commenter wrote, there was a comment that popped up instantly under his comment, like mushrooms sprouting after rain.“Nonsense! Whatever my girlfriend says is the truth. If she says Julius has a small dick, then Julius has a small dick. Emily, I will send you another ten buffaloes tonight if you kick that anonymous out of the space.”Instantly as the comment popped, ex-ranger Jackson checked who the commenter was, and he saw that it was Alexander Reeds. Seeing this, he smirked like a cat that had just cornered a mouse.“This rich brat will cover anything up with his money, huh?” He mused as he glanced at Emily and Jessica in the room.At that moment, he saw Emily pacing around like a troubled person, battling inner worries and frustration. “Maybe the anonymous commenter finally hit a nerve. Miss Emily is boiling, and it's all about to go down,” he thought as he smirked again, then he fell his eyes upon his phone screen.As he looked at his phone screen,
Seeing how the space discussion was slowly changing and shifting from hating on Julius Sabbath, like hating the smell of poop, to liking the anonymous guy, like famzing a celebrity, Emily, without any advance notice or reason to the space participants, logged everyone out.“Shit!” ex-ranger Jackson heard as he saw how Emily instantly paced around in Jessica’s room while Jessica remained silent.However, it didn't mean Jessica was cool with what happened. “I hate that anonymous guy. It’s him; I know it's Julius,” Jessica muttered. Her voice was strong with anger but low in volume.“It’s definitely him. Remember how we saw him at Mr. Fresh and Hot Cake? He brought a Ferrari to that old man’s roadside restaurant. He is heavily into cybercrime money, and everyone is loving him because of that.”“What should we do now? Should we go back to the space and narrate what he did to me at the Lantern Grove Bistro tonight?” Jessica voiced.“Okay! I think that would work,” Emily answered immediatel
“Just f**king turn that thing off,” ex-ranger Jackson heard Emily say suddenly, and when he looked at her through the window, he saw that she had already snatched the phone from Jessica and canceled the space.Just as he saw her do this, he looked back at his phone and saw that the space was indeed canceled, as everything he saw at this moment was the blank screen and the notification that read,“Space cannot load right now. Either the host canceled or the network is bad. Refresh the page now or exit.”Without bothering to refresh the page, ex-ranger Jackson only dimmed his phone and dug it into his pocket like a seasoned spy, concealing a crucial piece of evidence.As he did this, he looked through the window again and positioned himself closer, but discreetly, so that he could not be seen by either of them inside the room or any passersby on the street, like a skilled observer lurking in the shadows, unseen and unnoticed. With his pen voice enhancer, he fitted his earpiece correctl
As both of them rushed into the sitting room and pressed the TV button with such force, it sounded like thunder echoing through the room. Ex-Ranger Jackson made his way to his car parked on the street.Standing on the floorboard and peering through the front window was what he perceived to be delicate, akin to a delicate butterfly delicately perched on a flower petal.“I’d be caught doing that,” he muttered to himself suddenly. And with this thought, as he reached his car, he opened the driver's seat door and slid in.This didn't mean the end of his surveillance of his target. As he pointed the pen voice enhancer towards the house and listened for any voices that would penetrate through it, he heard the sounds of the television via the voice enhancer.Nevertheless, it wasn't the only thing he did. At that instant, he retrieved his phone from the depths of his pocket and turned it on in its dim state."I should see what they see, not only hear what they hear," he said to himself. When
“You are not getting it, ma’am. It's very obvious that Julius felt humiliated not only by his girlfriend, who left him, but also by the guy she left him for. Additionally, because the guy has a history of bullying him since their freshman year at the university,”“You know what, Mr. Mark, let’s shed some light on this particular guy named Julius. Tell us about the name of the guy his girlfriend left him for, as narrated by you.”“Yes, ma’am. You see, this guy is one of, if not the richest, in the university. Every girl wanted him, and he knows this fact. He could easily have anything he wanted because, you know, he is rich.”“Hmm, Mr. Mark, you have already established the fact that this guy is rich, and we believe you, so tell us more than just the fact that he is rich.”“Okay, ma’am. His father used to be the majority shareholder of the university. It could also be said that his father used to own the school before the school had a board and a new majority shareholder.”“Hold on, Mr
Seeing how his screen loaded like a ball rolled into a pitch, ex-Ranger Jackson scrolled his finger to the top and saw a box at the bottom of his screen. Right on the right side of the box, he saw the icon of a letter folded into an aircraft. He understood the meaning of this icon, and right there, he scrolled up again. With this, he saw different comments popping out of the bottom of the screen, like bubbles popping out at the face of boiling water.“Let's see what we have here,” he muttered to himself. Right there, he began to read different comments from people who had seen the live interview.“I do not think Mark understands the rule that guides a fraudster or a drug dealer. Yes, these sets of people have money, but they are afraid of showing off their money because they know if they do that, it's only a matter of time before they are caught.”“I honestly did not think Mark knew anything he was saying, but let the police do their job. I guess we will find out soon.”“Well, Sophia,