Chapter 242
Chapter 242:
One hundred. Then eight hundred. It wasn’t long before she was closing in on two thousand.
In no time, the “HaloFlow Pharmacy” stream rose to the top of its category, landing on the trending list.
One of the staff sitting nearby watched nervously, clearly shaken by the chat’s negativity.
Not long after, the CEO of the entertainment company called. The staff picked up and accidentally put the call on speaker.
“What is happening right now? I told you to boost HaloFlow’s reputation, not destroy it! Kick those trolls out now. Who do they think they are, questioning Miss Owen’s qualifications? Add some dummy accounts to balance the feed if you have to.”
His voice blared across the room, loud enough for everyone to hear — including Rylie.
The stream chat instantly plunged into deeper chaos.
Peachy scoffed in her comment, “What a circus! This livestream is nothing more than a playground for paid bots and fake hype. They’re not even subtle about using dummy accounts.”
Another user, going by PrimePins, didn’t hesitate to add fuel to the fire. “Well, that explains why the host never loses her cool. She’s probably got some big-money sponsor holding her up!”
Panic crept over the staff member near Rylie. The tension was written all over her ghostly pale face as the numbers soared on the live view count and angry insults poured in from new arrivals. Her mind raced, haunted by the thought that her job might vanish before her eyes, but she had no idea how to pull the show back from disaster.
Taking in the barrage of nasty remarks as they scrolled past, Rylie kept her composure. With one quick tap, she pulled Peachy—the loudest naysayer—right into the spotlight of the live chat.
Locking eyes with Peachy’s avatar, Rylie said, “You were the first to challenge my medical skills in this livestream, so you’ll also be the first to get a free consult from me. If I’m off the mark, everything I earned today goes to you. Go ahead and ask whatever’s on your mind.”
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The audience went wild, impressed by Rylie’s self-assured attitude and the offer she threw down. Calls flooded the chat, urging Peachy to switch on her mic and show her face for the promised consultation. There was no shortage of volunteers ready to jump in if she backed out.
Eager viewers soon joined the queue, with two more lining up behind Peachy for their shot at a live consultation.
Surprised by Rylie’s directness, Peachy found herself cornered. Backtracking wasn’t an option, especially now with old classmates among the viewers. Every eye was on her, and the risk of losing face became too great. A tense moment passed before she finally sat up, fixed her posture, and—after an awkward pause—flipped on her camera.
A face appeared on the stream, fairly attractive but sporting lipstick that had been hurriedly smeared on, a bit too dark, with makeup lines etched around her mouth from too much foundation.
With a cough to steady herself, Peachy decided on a cautious approach. “We were in school together, so I won’t make things hard for you. Actually, I have a friend who’s been…”