Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1284

Emma finished her makeup, slipped into a new denim crop top, and paired it with low-rise black jeans. She was the epitome of edgy chic, her newly dyed pink hair adding the final touch to her look. Settling back in front of the camera, she composed herself before going live.

Everyone thought Emma had quit streaming for good, but here she was, back again. Today's outfit was as trendy as ever, and she looked more confident than before. It seemed like she had come to terms with not making it through the selection process and decided to just let loose.

"Let them hate. As long as I get paid, who cares?"

"How dare she show her face again? Unbelievable, the nerve of some people."

"Just look at Leona instead, spreading positive vibes. That's what a real streamer looks like."

"Comparing her to Leona is an insult to our fairy Leona."

Emma scoffed at the comments. "Leona, a fairy? More like a snake in the grass. You should've seen her in the cafeteria, hands on hips, spewing venom. I should've recorded that little show to give you all a glimpse of what your 'fairy' is really like."

The chat went eerily quiet for a moment before flooding with incredulous question marks.

"Do you even hear yourself?"

"Emma's lost it, openly dissing the most popular streamer?! Talk about a death wish!"

"She knows she's not making the cut and has completely lost it."

Emma smirked confidently at the camera. "You're right. I've decided to let loose. No amount of your trash talk can change the fact that Leona is trash."

"A bat with feathers is still a bat."

After her tirade, Emma noticed the chat slowing down and snorted. "If you can't stand me, feel free to leave. Go worship your 'fairy' Leona. Ha, 'fairy' my foot. More like a toad playing dress-up. Can't help but laugh."

The atmosphere in the chat turned even more bizarre. Viewers weren't used to a streamer clapping back like this. Where did this even come from?

"Your dad got me a bracelet years ago, and the price of gold has skyrocketed. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you'd feel bad. I couldn't find anywhere to sell it until I met this lovely lady who took me herself. She even picked out those cosmetics and clothes for you. I'm not comfortable in those fancy places, and those elevators freak me out."

The chat started buzzing again at Peyton's story.

"Making excuses now? Leona loses a gold bracelet, and suddenly you're pawning gold jewelry? Who can verify that?"

"Are you guys putting on a drama show tonight to gross us out?"

"Someone actually took you, a bunch of hillbillies, to a jewelry store and helped you pick stuff out? As if anyone would waste their time on you, especially dressed like that. They'd probably avoid you to escape the stench of poverty."

Unaware of the ongoing insults in the chat, Peyton continued, oblivious. "That girl was genuinely kind and mentioned she works with you, saying you'd meet sooner or later. She personally helped me pawn the bracelet, Emma. Don't feel bad about it. I never wore it much; it was more of a keepsake. If your dad knew it helped you out, he'd be happy."

Hearing her mother's words, Emma's eyes instantly welled up with tears.