Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon novel Chapter 209

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Meanwhile, the viewers in the live room were buzzing with excitement and disbelief. 

[What’s going on? The stream stopped for days, and now it’s back?] 

[Is Cynthia and Mr. Bennett’s story for real? I haven’t slept in three days worrying about them!) 

[Wait…. who are these two on the screen? They look just like Cynthia and Mr. Bennett!] 

[Where are they, though? 

[Oh my… thank heavens, they’re alive!] 

[Watching them reunite on the beach had me in tears.] 

[Cynthia gave him CPR for twenty straight minutes. I barely breathed the entire time.J 

[I’ve never seen Cynthia cry like that. My heart aches for her.) 

[Finally, they’re in each other’s arms! This ship is sailing strong!! [And what’s with that bamboo cabin? Looks freshly built.] [Why is the picture so fuzzy? Wait… why’s it going black again?] 

[I stayed up all night in this stream, and finally, it’s back. 

[What does Mr. Bennett mean by taking responsibility? 

[Ahhh!!!] 

[What did I miss last night? I’m losing my mind here!] 

[Seriously, what happened during those eight hours of blackout What Happened!!!] 

[OMG, Mr. Bennett asked Cynthia to marry him! This is a plot twist straight out of a drama!] 

[Am I seeing things, or was that Jonathan pouting? 

[Honestly, Mr. Bennett knows what he’s doing. He’s got this nailed, and I finally understand why guys fall for those two–faced girls.] 

[Cynthia, just say yes! He’s head over heels for you!] 

[YES! The proposal was a success! I’m so thrilled I’m about to run around naked!] 

[Hey, where’s that celebration happening? I’m in!] 

[I’m sobbing, my OTP is finally official!] 

My room? Disaster. My work? Disaster. My life? Disaster. But my OTP? PERFECTION.] 

This is definitely scripted. All for the ratings, you fools.] 

[Scripted or not, I’m still here for it!] 

The live room’s popularity exploded, drawing a mind–boggling audience of over a hundred million viewers, cach 

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emotionally invested and shipping” the couple with all their hearts. Behind the scenes, the production team was utterly 

baffled. 

Cynthia and Jonathan had been missing for five days. The typhoon consumed the first three days, making any rescue attempt impossible. But once the storm subsided, the search operation intensified. 

Mr. Bennett had somehow assembled a rescue team of thousands, sending plane after plane to the island chains–a massive effort 

For two days, the search expanded, covering thousands of square miles. This area was part of an archipelago, scattered with countless small islands, many of which were private estates owned by the world’s elite. 

While these islands typically had restricted access, the rescue teams received clearance to land and thoroughly searched each one. 

Despite an increase to tens of thousands of search crew members and numerous volunteers, the vast scale of the mission was daunting. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Mr Bennett’s command was relentless, ‘Find them–dead or alive.” 

Yet, five days had passed. They’d endured three days of brutal storms; everyone knew the chance of survival was slim. 

Just as hope was dwindling, something incredible happened. The live room, which had been shut off, suddenly turned back on by itself as if it had a mind of its own. 

Jason, who had been taking control of the live room, had previously announced the news of Cynthia and Jonathan’s disappearance to the viewers. 

Initially, they’d planned to livestream the rescue efforts, but the complexity of the mission and the viewers backlash had forced them to focus solely on the search, so the livestream had been cut. 

But this morning, the live room suddenly started streaming a live feed of Cynthia and Jonathan on the beach again. Jason was stunned. 

The tech team reported that the system had been hacked by someone with advanced skills, completely taking over the feed. They were helpless against such expertise. 

Unbelievable as it was, relief swept over everyone as they watched Cynthia and Jonathan alive on screen. After days of anxiety and dread, seeing the two of them unharmed was nothing short of a miracle. 

Mrs. Bennett fainted right in front of the livestream. The past days had taken a heavy toll on her; she’d clung to a single thread of hope, eating and sleeping little, and aging visibly. Her once–bright gaze was now dull and exhausted, 

Preston, who had been by her side, was just as worn. He hadn’t eaten or slept, losing weight so rapidly his cheeks had hollowed. The ordeal had drained the vibrancy from him, leaving him like an empty shell. 

He never smiled anymore, often staring off into space, haunted, but when Cynthia and Jonathan reappeared on the screen and alive, Preston fell to his knees, crying his heart out 

It was a long–overdue release mingled with guilt and remorse. Preston remained kneeling, unable to bring himself to stand. Deep down, he knew he’d had a chance to stop everything that day.