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For the next hour, I told her about the families I'd helped, the programs I'd developed, and the difference one person could make when they refused to give up. "What about your daughter?" Rebecca asked, glancing at the photo on my desk. "How is she?" "Lily's thriving," I replied, my face brightening at the mention of my daughter. "And her father?" Rebecca asked carefully. I paused, unsure how to answer the loaded question. "She doesn't have a father in her life." "The media reported you were involved with Brett Graham," she said gently. "That's over," I replied quickly, my jaw tightening. "Do you regret it?" Rebecca asked, studying my expression.

“Goodness! What kind of person is he?! That’s so generous!” “You’re so talented, Hazel! Not only are you beautiful, you’re amazing as well! You’re already earning money most people can’t in their entire lives by just dabbling in livestreaming!” June was exhilarated. She hugged her daughter and gave her a fierce kiss on her cheek. Kelly nodded, then proceeded to advise his daughter. “It’s good that you have support, but don’t lose yourself in the process. Don’t do anything immoral with this top donator as well. It’s not like we’re in need of a lot of money.”

The best part was that it didn't cost them anything. In the other division, especially those in Division One, the staff there started to worry and called Marlene. After Marlene found out, she also looked into Zachary's livestream, which was when she realized why they weren't charging any money—because the person promoting the products was Yvette's son! She never expected that a child could have such incredible abilities.

“Everywhere.” Mirena's frown deepened. “What do you mean?” She asked. Her answer came in the form of a message alert. “I just sent you a link, check it out,” Ada said. Mirena pulled the phone back and tapped on the message notification, accessing the link Ada had sent. It redirected her to YouTube and her frown deepened when she saw the title. ~The Fake Daughter Of The Sterling Family~ Her finger twitched around the phone and her expression hardened the moment the thumbnail loaded, display a picture of her with an arrow pointing directly at her face, with the words FAKE DAUGHTER plastered beside it.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

" The viewer count in the live stream room skyrocketed instantly. "Whoa! Big drama from the upper crust!" "The favoritism is off the charts. What, is the eldest daughter not their real kid or something?" "The streamer's got guts! I'm obsessed!" Rather than shrinking back at the sight of this, Evelyn boldly inserted herself into the frame. "Nadine, turn off the live stream now. We shouldn't air our dirty laundry in public. I know that because you grew up in the countryside, you never learned to respect intellectual property. I also know how much you've longed to marry into a wealthy family.

“That money is mine to begin with. Why would I need you to ‘provide’ for me? “And besides, Mom, Dad, you haven’t given me a cent in years. Have you forgotten? “All this time, I’ve been supporting myself with part-time jobs after school.” I stepped aside and pulled the door open. The influencer walked in. And so did the phone in her hand, already recording. “Sorry,” I said lightly, “I’m not here to pay the bills. I’m here to livestream.” Yuna’s expression shifted instantly. “Don’t push your luck!”

"How could this happen? What about Claire? Does she have milk?" This question made Neil hesitate. "I think... Maybe? I didn't pay attention!" "Don't panic. Maybe I didn't make enough of the soup today. I'll make her drink more tomorrow. I refuse to believe it won't work." Watching the two people and one cat in the surveillance feed made me feel sick to my stomach. Without thinking, I opened my live stream and was shocked to find it was packed with viewers. Neil would probably never imagine that the scene of Poppy trying to nurse had just been broadcast live. Many people were asking if I would sell Poppy, and several sent private messages offering high prices for her.

As I stepped into the private lounge, a young girl dashed straight into my arms. Just then, Brenda called out from behind her, "Slow down, sweetheart!" I crouched and gently stroked the girl's head. Her delicate, porcelain-like features and bright eyes were an unmistakable reflection of Brenda. Brenda walked over, her face lighting up as she took my hand. "Athena, it's been too long. "This is my daughter, Abigail. You held her right after she was born. She's the same age as Jackson."

I had been putting off streaming for a while now, and maybe it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off tonight. I set up the red lights, shut the curtains, and sat in my vanity, blending out my makeup with the mindset of someone about to make a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t just Dala anymore. I was LunaLust. I could flash my tits to a hundred thousand eyes on the internet, and that was allowed because I was LunaLust. I'm not sure I’d do that, though. Maybe. When I finally logged into StreamForMe, the moment my camera flickered on, the number shot up. Twenty thousand people. Already waiting.