Alina was beyond shocked. “I believe it’s him now.”
Only Julius could be this extravagant.
Alina wondered, “Do all rich people spend money like this?”
She sighed, “This move is really brutaliTM
Nobody would turn down easy money.
Hugo dashed to get his laptop, sat on the floor, and started typing rapidly.
In the Evans Residence. The second floor used to be a pool room, but now it’s a computer room.
Seven or eight people sat in an orderly manner, each with their own laptop, typing
typing intensely.
Zack, with a cigarette at the door, said, “Finish up and I’ll give you a year–end bonus.”
All eight of them were speechless.
They thought, ‘We are computer experts! We are hackers! We are the clito!
“We aren’t just any marketing accounts! And definitely not mere tools for checking prizes!”
They were yelling inside but kept a straight face, resigned to their fate and continued working.
Someone couldn’t help asking. “Mr. Evans, what’s the deal with this celebrity?”
They wondered, “How could her make Mr. Hawley act this way?”
Zack kicked the table and said, “Talk less, work more.”
[D“mn! I just asked who her plastic surgeon was, and I got reported for it?]
[D“mn it! I swear I deleted that post, so why is it still there?]
Is there a problem with Welbo? I couldn’t log inf
for a while just now.
It seems like my main account is restricted!]
[A hacker friend of mine checked and said the whole of Twitter seems restricted, can’t delete posts or comments…]
The internet was buzzing with excitement!
The app crashed several times!
Everyone was going crazy until Jullus sent out another post.
[Julius: It is fully booked, this event is now closed.]
[What? I haven’t gotten mine yell
1/2
61%
[What’s Quiana up to now?”
[Money has never been so close to me, and I just watched it pass me by!
Three types of reactions, all overlapping.
Once things calmed down, some people were curious.
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