Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 1172:

Many fans in the live stream had been drawn to Austen for his youthful energy and undeniable charm. They supported him from the start, treating him with an affectionate admiration that felt almost familial.

But now, the once-celebrated genius gamer was utterly defeated, his face— once bright and full of promise— now clouded with frustration. His clothes, luxury streetwear, and the opulent backdrop of the stream might have suggested wealth, but the spark in his eyes had long since dimmed, replaced by an empty chase for fame and fortune.

An old fan, who had always defended Austen in the live chat, seemed to sense an imperceptible “crack” in the illusion of perfection Austen had built, as his flawless image began to crumble.

In the settlement screen of Finger Dance, Hank activated the all-member voice chat.

“Austen, can you tell who I am? I think you can! You’ve always talked about ‘no pain, no gain,’ but without Rutherford Club and my brother, you’d just be another dropout, wandering aimlessly with no job prospects! My brother invested so much time and money into you, but you betrayed him and slandered him publicly. Those members you stole from him…”

through the tension like a blade, exposing Austen’s

stream, but his phone and computer seemed to work against him, the controls unresponsive. Hank’s voice continued to echo throughout

and Night Cat asked me to pass on a message to you. Remember that day you broke traffic laws and verbally attacked an elderly

exploded. Viewers, shocked and disgusted, hadn’t expected Austen to be capable of such behavior, and his panicked reaction only made it clear that the

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stomach. I can’t believe I used to be

right now. This is why the industry needs stricter entry requirements. We can’t let people like him slip through the cracks. The platform needs

so that’s the truth! We were wrong about

Club, that elderly man,

of justice, lashed out in fury, now seeing the truth of Austen’s deceit and

face drained of color. He knew he was finished. Tonight’s three rounds had been carefully orchestrated by Hank and