Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Where’s Your Photo?

It was a call from the troll army. Judging by the incessant ringing, Wanda could only assume that it was

something urgent.

Wanda was just about to answer the call when Fiona looked up from the prawn she was eating and

frowned at the former.

Worried that she had offended Fiona, Wanda quickly silenced the call. “Cheers, Aunt Fiona.”

Appeased, Fiona smiled and clinked glasses with Wanda.

Meanwhile, Ivan was at his wits‘ end after failing to reach Wanda. The entire company was in chaos.

“Mr. Yarbrough, our server’s been attacked!”

“One of our accounts has been blocked!”

One bad thing happened after another.

It had taken a lot of time and money to build up those accounts. Now that they were gone, the

company’s

business was at stake.

Ivan was close to hyperventilating. “Did you guys find out who’s behind this? Did we offend any hot and

rising celebrities with our recent trolling?”

“No, we can’t find anything.”

means

Ivan thundered, “What do you can’t find anything?”

“W–Whoever’s behind this is way too advanced to be working for an entertainment agency,” the ashen-

faced programmer explained.

“What, are you saying that we crossed a line with some mafia boss or something?” Ivan sputtered in

disbelief.

Yeah th

wild.

programmer answered lamely. A chill ran down his spine as he watched the background run.

Ivan refused to take this for an answer and made to resolve the issue by himself. However, none of the

computers would start. They were as good as defunct.

He gritted his teeth. “Launch the storage accounts!”

The programmer hesitated. “But those accounts have real IP addresses. If the police catch on to us…

“We’ll only be using them for ten minutes tomorrow morning,” Ivan countered gravely. “I doubt the

police will notice anything.”

“But the police have been vigilant about these things,” the programmer argued. “Someone could link us

to the suicide incident.”

Ivan snarled, “It’s not our fault that woman couldn’t handle a little pressure! Listen up, people: We are

not

Chapter 18 Where’s Your Photo?

responsible for what our words do to others!

“Launch those storage accounts tomorrow!”

It was clear that certain people wouldn’t mind stooping low for the sake of money.

After barking his orders, Ivan saw the live stream channel for Empathy Clinic. He then cursed, “This is

giving me the creeps.”

Presently, the moderator for Wynter’s live–stream channel was online and had reactivated her account.

Following that, the moderator sent Wynter a series of texts.

Mod007; “Someone maliciously reported your live stream channel.”

“We’re looking into it now, but it could take a while.”

“The higher-ups take this matter very seriously. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Wynter had only just gone online when she noticed the messages piling into her inbox. She glanced at

the lit–up icon and typed, “As long as it’s been reactivated.”

After all, she had done all the necessary investigation.

Mod007 wrote, “No! As your moderator, I insist!”

There was no emotion underlying Wynter’s reply. “In that case, could you break this encryption?”

Mod007 replied, “Uh, I’m supposed to escalate all encryption–related matters.”

Wynter raised a brow. “Can’t the moderators do it?”

The moderator wanted to tell her that he could decrypt others, but only his direct superiors could

access

the encrypted account in question.

He had barely recovered from the shock of the news, which he had only gotten earlier that afternoon,

Right now, only he and a handful of higher–ups knew that Wynter’s live–stream channel had been

suspended.

Mod007 replied apologetically, “Sorry.”

Wynter laughed. “Forget it. It’s like having a high–maintenance pet.”

“Who are you calling a pet?” Mod007 demanded.

“Get back to work,” Wynter replied, “I’ll talk to him.”

Mod007 texted, “Have fun.”

After that, Wynter opened her conversation with Emperor VIP Sir Yarwood and typed, “My account was

suspended. Where’s your photo?”