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Christopher, who was lying in bed paralyzed, also murmured, “Thank you… Thank you all…”

Harold, on the other bed, choked up and said, “Thank you for your help.

Once I recover, I’ll bow and kowtow to everyone in the live broadcast room!”

At that moment, the frail Lady Wilson came tremblingly in front of the camera and bowed repeatedly while saying, “This Lady here thanks you all… Thank you!”

After everyone had expressed their gratitude, Hannah bid farewell to her viewers with reluctance and ended the livestream.

The moment the livestream ended, Hannah reached out and removed the wig she was wearing, revealing a beautiful chestnut curly hair.

Frustrated, she complained, “Damn, this cheap wig is way too hot!”

Harold hastily spoke up, “Mom, you said that you’re doing okay now, so why don’t you get a perm instead? If you keep dyeing your hair, what will happen if people see it?”

Hannah snapped back, “You know what! I’m worth tens of millions now.

Shouldn’t I look my best when I go out?”

“I can’t be seen driving a Mercedes-Benz big G and look like a beggar, right? Besides, the livestream is becoming more and more popular, and the audience is getting bigger…”

“I need to change my makeup significantly when I go out.

The greater the difference between my livestream persona and my actual appearance, the better.

Otherwise, what if the livestream audience discovers who I really am?”

Harold was scolded by Hannah to the point that he didn’t dare to argue.

He could only nod resentfully and say, “Mom, you’re right.

I’m just too stupid…”

Hannah snorted coldly and continued to berate him, “There’s more! I told you before tonight’s livestream that you had only one task: to shed some tears for me when we thanked the audience after the broadcast.

Where are your tears?”

Nervously, Harold replied, “Mom… I just couldn’t cry, especially when I think about how easily you earned hundreds of thousands tonight…”

Hannah cursed in anger, “Useless! You should cry even if you can’t! You have to move those people in the livestream room and make them feel noble.

How else will they willingly spend their money on us?”

“We only sell cheap, worthless products at several times their cost.

Why do people buy from us at such high prices? It’s for psychological satisfaction.

Now that your dad and you are paralyzed, there’s no way for you to kneel down for them.

you to shed a few tears, and

I really want to cry, but

cry,

should I do

coldly, “If tears won’t

some wind oil or chili oil on the

cry, just turn your head quietly and rub

I’m sure you’ll cry!”

and said nervously,

afraid my eyes

without hesitation, “It’s better to have swollen,

That’s the real thing.

It’s truly perfect!”

didn’t give him a chance and shouted, “Don’t talk back to me! I have the final say in this family

throw you out the door and

cowered in fear and quickly promised, “Don’t, Mom… I’ll do

glared at him, then turned to the Lady Wilson and said coldly, “And you, you damn old woman! All you know how to do is bow in front of the camera every day! Even

you better find a way to kneel and

spoke nervously, “Hannah, I’m sorry but my legs and feet are

kowtowing will be

unyielding, “You have to do it, whether you like

money I earn and eat the

do it, then go back to the supermarket and tear plastic bags like

The Lady quickly replied, “Please don’t

my best to

and snorted in

his wife and asked in a flattering tone, “My dear, what do you think of my performance tonight? The small details I incorporated

a sigh, “But let’s be honest, this rice

flavor and it’s

manufacturer skimped

a swift motion, Hannah raised her hand and delivered a

your wife? Is this the same person who beat me, forced me to divorce, and threw me

Christopher quickly responded, “My dear, all of my mistakes were my

how to appreciate such a wonderful

may lightning strike me dead with

Christopher, you sure have

before? You accused me of cheating

the one who threw

has your memory become conveniently

a smile, Christopher spoke up, “My love, it’s not about