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Andrew’s eyes were deep and unreadable, as if concealing a bottomless dark river.

Ethan also chimed in, “Ms. Shea is right. Mr. Shea, why not wait until Ms. Summers streams next time to make an appearance and get her familiar with you?”

“Ethan, are you implying I’m short on money?” Andrew asked.

“Mr. Shea, my mistake. I’ll keep my mouth shut from now on,” Ethan replied.

No sooner had Ethan finished speaking than the livestream erupted into a grand frenzy.

Andrew had just sent Olivia a gift, apanied by a line of text: [VIP Andrew has sent the streamer 10 rounds of Lucky Rain. 100 gifts are about to drop.]

The livestream chat exploded.

[To see 10 rounds of Lucky Rain in my lifetime–I can die happy now.]

[I’ve said ‘I’m jealous‘ so many times, I’m tired of it.]

Before they even finished grabbing the first batch of gifts, the system message popped up again: [VIP Andrew has sent the streamer 10 rounds of Lucky Rain. 100 gifts are about to drop.]

Lucky Rain was the kind of reward only VIP users could afford. One round of Lucky Rain cost $30,000. Not only did it reward the streamer, but it also dropped gifts to viewers in the room–real, tangible money ranging from $60 to $300 each.

Because of the steep price, most viewers had rarely seen Lucky Rain, if ever.

Yet Andrew had sent so many in a row, instantly pushing the livestream’s poprity to its peak.

Busy driving, Olivia had no idea what was happening in the chat and stayed silent–nearly getting gged by the system for malicious streaming.

Jenny almost spat out the milk she’d just drunk when she saw this move. She quietly reminded Andrewi, /i“Andrew, I know you want to show off your wealth, but I think you’re using thepany’s official ount…”

Her words startled Ethan so badly that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. With this move, Andrew had probably scared Shea Group’s senior executives enough to hold an emergency meeting overnight.

“Oh, I didn’t notice,” Andrew said casually.

Meanwhile, the Shea Group team in charge of running the tform immediately convened an emergency meeting.

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“This was Mr. Shea’s doing?” the team leader asked in disbelief. “What’s gotten into him?”

“Should someone go ask?” a team member suggested.

“Who dares to ask? I’m not going,” another replied.

b***** /b

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At the Grant Estate, Lucas shot up from the couch in anger. “Who the hell is this guy? Why’s he trying to steal my number–one spot?”

If he’d known, he would’ve sent a Lucky Rain instead–rockets were just too slow.

Lucas refused to let his love for Olivia be overshadowed like this. The moment his top–up system was restored, he immediately started showering her with gifts–rockets, carnivals, sports cars–an endless parade of rewards.

[Does anyone even remember what MysticHealer is doing right now?]

[How did this turn into two big shots fighting for the number–one spot?]

[Gentlemen, stop sending gifts. Let’s just watch MysticHealer’s adventure.]

As if answering the viewers‘ call, the gift–sending function in the livestream was suddenly disabled.

In reality, it was Sean who’d hacked in and shut the feature down. Sitting at hisputer, he took a huge bite of his burger without pausing his hands for a second.

He found Andrew and Lucas incredibly annoying. Olivia was handling serious business, yet these two were flooding the room with gifts,pletely disrupting things.

Sean swallowed his burger in record time, then promptly blocked both Andrew and Lucas.

Lucas was stunned. He couldn’t understand how he’d ended up blocked.

Andrew nced at his phone, his brows knitting slightly in thought. ‘Was I just… blocked?”

“Andrewi, /iyou-” Jenny hesitated mid–sentence,

“What?” Andrew looked at her.

Jenny shook her head with a sigh. “Forget it. I don’t want to be mean.”

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Olivia, wearing only a pair of small earrings, couldn’t see thements and had no idea what was going on. She tapped one of her earrings, making sure the audio pickup was working fine.

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