Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1289

Peyton was still sitting next to her, tears welling up as she watched.

"Emma, do you think she'll try to get back at us?"

"Mom, relax. If she even tries, we'll call the cops."

Peyton breathed a sigh of relief. "Honestly, I've been wanting to tell her off too. She's such a fake, even worse than the drama queens from our small town."

Their conversation was broadcasted live for everyone to see. It was clear to anyone paying attention that Emma had just put Leona in her place, hinting there was something shady about the whole bracelet situation. "Emma really laid into her! So cool!"

"That was wild and exhilarating! Don't go back to being all meek; showing your true colors will only draw more people to you."

"I'm a masochist, roast me, please! Seriously, hearing you trash-talk is so satisfying."

When Emma saw the last comment, her lips twitched involuntarily. She then noticed her follower count surpassing a hundred thousand and was flabbergasted. What in the world?

Are people's tastes really this twisted now?

Since when does trashing someone attract more followers? What's going on with everyone??

Emma was genuinely bewildered, but the surge in followers was a silver lining.

Then, something even more astonishing happened.

"Congratulations, Emma, for receiving a Dream Castle tip worth a fortune." "Congratulations, Emma, for receiving a Dream Castle tip worth a fortune."

The screen was flooded with animations of Dream Castles, almost blinding her.

Rubbing her eyes, her voice trembling, Emma asked, "Can someone help me count? How much is this?"

Initially, the chat was filled with praises for the generous donor, followed by laughter.

"Hahaha, I just love Emma's genuine reactions."

"The look on the streamer's face is priceless. Someone dropping a couple hundred thousand in a single night? Haven't seen that in ages."

"Could this mysterious benefactor also have a thing for Emma's roasting sessions?"

"People with money sure have unique tastes."

Emma was at a loss for words, never imagining she'd see so much money in her life.

She grabbed a glass of water, trying to steady her voice as she took a few sips.

"Dear benefactor, isn't this a bit too much? I... I don't even know what to say, thank you, truly, for your generosity."

Everyone could see that this mysterious donor, now highlighted in gold, was present in the chat but remained silent.

The viewer count had skyrocketed to eight hundred thousand, with her followers now exceeding one hundred and fifty thousand.

Emma took a deep breath and began massaging her face on camera.

"Let me be honest, this level of support is beyond my wildest dreams. Back when I was collecting herbs in the countryside, I never imagined could make this much My dashboard shows I'll receive a share amounting to twelve thousand dollars - enough for my mom and me to buy a small house in town. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart."

No streamer had ever disclosed their earnings so openly before, as it could lead to envy and resentment.

And indeed, some viewers, not her fans but mere onlookers, began to mock.

"So, the rich fancy this kind of down-to-earth vibe, huh?"

"Guess she's just a small-town girl, probably never even went to college. And she earns a hundred thousand in a day, for what?"

Seeing this comment, Emma calmly

replied, "kdon't know why either. Didn't you see how shocked I was? But still, thank you to our mysterious benefactor. You've practically bought me a house."

She smiled at the camera, forming a heart with her hands, though doubting the generous donor saw it.

Despite always appearing online, there had been no direct interaction with her.

After making the heart gesture, Emma noticed the chat buzzing again.

"Emma's just too adorable, hahaha."

"Could our mysterious donor be a shy guy, too smitten with the streamer to speak up?"

Imagining a stereotypical shy guy with glasses, surrounded by anime posters and leftover takeout, Emma couldn't help but wonder if that was the case.

Indeed, those who collect figurines often have deep pockets.

Yet, as Emma glanced at her

follower count, realizing she needed

hundreds of thousands more to

break into the top three, the dream seemed far-fetched. Despite the unprecedented tips tonight, boosting her followers significantly, climbing to the top would require an even more miraculous stream of generosity.

It felt like wishful thinking.