Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Please Turn on the Mic

Chase did not say anything. He took the phone and gave the screen a quick look.

When he saw the live shat flooded with compliments for Whitney, his brows furrowed, and a flicker of annoyance crossed his face.

He turned off the screen. “She’s nothing special.”

In his eyes, no matter how cocky she acted now, it would not make a difference. She was still his sister. Sooner or later, all those survival tricks she picked up in the sticks would end up being used to take care of him.

Emily watched the way Chase acted around Whitney. It wasn’t quite what she had expected.

Feeling a bit better, she slipped her arm through his. “Hey, did you finish your check–up? What brings you here?”

“Yeah, I’m done. The crew set up lunch for us. Once we eat, we have to join the afternoon livestream,” Chase said, his tone a little sour.

He could have taken the day off. He could have relaxed and enjoyed the lunch and dinner the crew provided. He wouldn’t have had to run all over this wild island or risk his life on dangerous tasks to get a meal.

But instead, he was being forced to tough it out, dragging his still recovering body around while still following the show’s rules.

At least the crew had some decency. They provided lunch for them.

But when Chase and Emily saw what the crew had put out, they went numb.

In front of them sat two bowls of plain, unremarkable white oatmeal.

They tasted it. It was bland and flavorless, with a subtle bitterness underneath.

How were Chase and Emily supposed to get this down? They were used to everything

valuable.

To make matters worse, Darian stood right there and said, “Your stomachs still haven’t recovered. The doctor said you can only have some plain oatmeal to help your digestion. We added plenty of medicine for your stomachs, so be sure to eat up.” ‘Darian is totally doing this on purpose, Chase grumbled to himself.

All he could do was force a smile and thank the crew for their thoughtful care.

Then Chase and Emily sat there with sour faces, forcing themselves to swallow the bland oatmeal.

Chapter 38 Please Turn on the MIC

Over on Whitney’s side, thanks to everyone working together, a full feast was already Cooking in the pot. The delicious smell filled the air and made the crew’s mouths water. They all wanted a bite.

Darian did not care about the cameras at all. He grabbed a plate and rushed right over.

He still remembered he was the director, so he politely turned down Henry’s invitation to sit. After helping himself to a little bit of everything, he walked off camera with his plate and a satisfied grin.

Netizens immediately turned that scene into memes and flooded the official Real Survival account with them nonstop.

The five of them gathered around the table. The air was filled with endless praise and laughter. They dug in with gusto, chatting and joking around as they ate.

Meanwhile, Chase and Emily, stuck with their bland oatmeal, felt even more out of place.

But then they remembered this was their first meal since last night.

The crew would not be making dinner for them tonight, so they might not even get plain oatmeal later. They would have to hustle for their own dinner in the afternoon. They held back and could not bring themselves to waste the oatmeal. In the end, they choked down two bowls of the bland stuff with zero enthusiasm.

On Whitney’s side, the feast was still going strong. The difference could not have been

clearer.

Chase and Emily figured they would head back to their place. Out of sight, out of mind.

Whitney kept an eye on those two clowns, and she could feel their hostile glares getting sharper by the minute. She could not care less.

No matter how much those two clowns acted up, they would never be able to hurt her

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Suddenly, someone kicked her foot under the table.

Whitney turned to glance at Ryan next to her. He wore a white shirt and black pants, sitting easy on a stool.

The table was a little low for him, so his long legs had nowhere to go.

Even eating outside in these rough conditions, he still looked so noble. He was refined and untouchable, completely out of everyone’s league.

When she glanced over, he turned his eyes to her. His features were so delicate, almost otherworldly, but the flush of satisfaction from the meal made him seem a bit more reachable.

Chapter 38 Please Tuin on the Mic

“Looks like they have some beef with you,” Ryan said, leaning in and keeping his voice Tow so only she could hear.

Whitney noticed he had even switched off his mic. She turned hers off too and said calmly, “Personal stuff. Nothing major.”

Up close, his features looked almost unreal, so perfect with no flaw in sight. He propped his chin up with one hand while his long fingers tapped lazily at his empty plate.

“If they are bothering you, I can handle it,” Ryan said. His tone was so calm that it was as if he were discussing the menu for dinner.

Whitney shook her head. “No need.”

She could deal with Chase herself. She did not need Ryan to step in and end up owing him one. Besides, she was not really used to letting others help her. She had always made it on her own.

Ryan could see that Whitney did not take the Anderson family seriously at all. She had even dared to make enemies with them right there on the livestream. It was obvious she was not afraid of their influence.

Plus, he could sense she was keeping him at arm’s length. She clearly did not want him getting too involved, especially not in her personal grudges.

Ryan did not press the issue any further.

But the way they interacted on camera immediately blew up the livestream chat. Viewers were literally screaming like fangirls.

[Turn your mics back on!]

[What could you possibly be saying that your precious audience can’t hear?]

[If you can whisper, you can turn on your mics, right?)

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[Ryan, how could you whisper to another girl right in front of us? Are you just ignoring all your main girls here?!]

[@Production team, Darian, you have ten seconds to order them to turn their mics back on!]

Eventually, they did turn their mics back on. But by then, their little private conversation was already over.

**

After the meal, they worked together to clean up the dishes.

Then the crew gave everyone an hour to sit back, chat, and let their food settle. Whitney went to the restroom.

Chapter 38 Please Tuin on the Mit

When she came out, Chase was standing at the door like a creepy gatekeeper.

Her face turned dark. “Seriously, are you a stalker?”

Chase said, “I’m waiting for you.”

Whitney blinked, totally confused. “Huh?”

Chase didn’t bother with pleasantries. He shot Whitney a smug grin, like he had everything figured out. “Whitney, I know exactly what’s going on in your head.”

“If you know, then why are you still hanging around?” Whitney gave him a half–smile. “I really don’t want to see you.”

Chase’s expression flickered, but he lifted his chin arrogantly. “You’re acting like this on purpose, aren’t you? Trying to play hard to get?”

Whitney looked at him like he was completely out of his mind.

When Whitney didn’t respond, Chase assumed he had nailed it. “You want the Anderson family to publicly admit you’re their true heiress, right?”

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