True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules ( Winnie and Suzan ) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 

The rebroadcast of “Ghostly Guidance” was no secret to Drake, but he wasn’t glued to the live 

stream. 

The ruckus from yesterday’s Naylor incident was so big that Drake had his assistant keep an eye on the broadcast. 

Though neither admitted it, with the engagement hanging over their heads, and considering his “fiancée” had a knack for stirring up trouble, Drake felt it was his duty to keep a watchful eye. 

Once he’d delegated the task, he put it out of his mind. 

What he didn’t expect was for trouble to brew again barely half an hour into the show. 

Winnie was trending for her icy treatment of her foster family. 

Drake frowned involuntarily. 

After that last dinner party, the Hendersons‘ reputation amongst the elite was hardly a secret. but the online world was clueless. 

Just a glance at the online vitriol, and Drake felt a wave of distaste. 

Only fools, after all, let themselves get riled up by a few idle comments. 

That’s when he saw the screen light up with a dazzling animation of donations. 

Horace had shown up with his real name, accompanied by the animated effects and a message 

in the chat. 

In that moment. Drake felt compelled to show some support for her. Especially since her cousin and friends seemed to be rallying around. 

As her “fiancé,” it wouldn’t do to stand idly by. 

So he had his assistant set up an account for him, and then he joined in the gifting.. 

“Ghostly Guidance” had a unique setup for each guest, with separate streaming rooms, although viewers preferred the main room when the guests were fogether.. 

The Bryants‘ and Drake’s donations, while made in the main room, actually went to the individual streams. 

The orderly queue of donations was unmistakable, and no fan would dare claim it for their idol. 

The sight of a million–dollar gift made everyone a bit envious. 

“The Hendersons, it seemed, were no small fry, and Winnie, even if not raised by her biological family, must have had it easy.” 

“But now that she carried the Bryant name, it looked like she’d been acknowledged by her blood relatives.” 

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“Yet, where did the Bryant clan come from?” 

“Their generosity was certainly extraordinary.” 

Only the viewers in Mervin’s stream felt sour. 

“This “Caretaker of Breeze Monastery” should be Mervin’s master, right? Why donate to Winnie Instead of our Mervin? Oh no, our Mervin is so pitiable.” 

“What’s the relationship between Winnie and the Caretaker of Breeze Monastery? Mervin didn’t even get a dollar, and she gets a hundred thousand?” 

Mervin’s fans felt indignant and began to complain about the master’s favoritism. 

Then, a chat message popped up: “Thank you Caretaker of Breeze Monastery for sending a single red rose to host Ghostly Guidance Mervin.” 

In what seemed to be a response to the previous chat messages, it was worth exactly one dollar. 

Mervin’s fans were speechless, and even more sympathetic towards their Mervin. 

Meanwhile, due to Drake’s real–name appearance, a few wealthy kids watching were stunned and quickly shared it in their private group chats. 

The screenshot was of that very donation message. 

“Are my eyes deceiving me? Is that really Drake? It’s not a common name, right?” 

“Mr. Patterson’s name isn’t like any common Joe on the street; even in the online world, who would dare misuse his name?” 

“I’m in the stream too! I saw Horace’s message, it’s kind of touching, Horace is so warm!” 

“So that really is Mr. Patterson, right? After all, he and Horace are good friends.” 

“Impossible! How could that man be watching a stream?! Such things would only sully his eyes. “What are you all talking about? What’s this about Drake?” 

“I don’t care much for this Winnie, but I like the Hendersons even less.” 

“Did Mrs. Henderson forget what she said that night at the dinner party?” 

“Waiting to see her crash and burn on the show.” 

Didn’t Winnie just ask on the show if Mrs. Henderson wanted to taste the feeling of being forced to tell the truth again? What that mean?” 

“I’m telling you, she’s got some mad skills!” 

“What in the world are you all talking about? Someone explain, please!” 

The clueless rich kids in the group were going crazy, with kind souls promptly sharing the live 

stream link. 

Those in the group unaware of the situation were among the first to tune in. 

Simultaneously, as the million–dollar donation spectacle was so impressive, many netizens. started sharing screenshots online, drawing in another wave of onlookers. 

Viewers from other streams also followed the digital trail over. 

Within minutes, the live stream’s viewer count hit a new record high. 

Bagot watched the numbers with a look as complex as a Shakespearean tragedy. 

But he knew more than the average viewer, and he wasn’t too surprised by the massive 

donation to Winnie. 

If there was a surprise, it was that he’d clearly underestimated how much the