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A grimace of displeasure marred Quinn's features. The alcohol was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving an unpleasant
taste in her mouth.
She had just finished her drink when Chandler, with a smirk, picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. "Is this
your first tdrinking?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.
"It's okay. Have a few more and you'll soon fall in love with it."With a deep breath, Quinn braced herself and
downed the second glass of alcohol. In a corner, hidden from her sight, a red light flickered ominously.
Unbeknownst to her, a miniature camera was capturing her every move, broadcasting it live on a streaming
platform.
Meanwhile, in a bustling bar, a young teenager named Foster was engrossed in his phone, his drink forgotten.
"What are you looking at if you're not drinking?"
Spencer, his friend, slapped Foster's arm, breaking his trance. Foster offered a sheepish smile, handing over his
phone to Spencer. "Do you want to see?"Spencer glanced at Foster with a hint of disdain but leaned in to look at
the screen. His eyes widened in surprise. The video playing was of Quinn, her face flushed from the alcohol.
Despite her clear discomfort, she obediently drank whenever Chandler refilled her glass. Spencer rubbed his
eyes, looking again. The woman in the video was unmistakably Quinn.
Her familiar attire and sincere demeanor were exactly as he remembered. Foster, standing beside him,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgrumbled, "This anchor really talks too much. Let's get to the point!""What is this?" Spencer asked, his brow
furrowed in confusion. "Oh, this is a live-streaming app," Foster explained. "Sendthe installation package for
this app!" Spencer demanded, grabbing Foster's arm. "I can't send it. You need to be a member and receive an
invitation to install it.
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Even if you download it, you won't be able to install it," Foster replied, shaking his head. Spencer's gaze fell on
the viewer count on the video. It had already reached over two thousand, with a flurry of comments below.
In a sudden fit of panic, he snatched Foster's phone and bolted out of the bar. "Hey! Why did you take my
phone?" Foster shouted after him, but Spencer was already out of earshot. Completely sober now, Spencer drove
straight to Kennedy Enterprise.
He dialed Alexander's number, "Alexander, something big happened. Quinn is being livestreamed.""He's taking a
shower," cthe reply. It was Getty's voice.
Spencer slammed on the brakes, parking the car on the side of the road. He double-checked the dialed number.
Yes, it was indeed Alexander's number.
To his surprise, Alexander was with Getty. "Give the phone to Alexander. | have something important to tell him,"
Spencer urged, his voice strained. Getty glanced in the direction of the bathroom, mentally grumbling.
If she could go in, she wouldn't be stuck answering his call. Then, something Spencer said caught her attention.
"You said Quinn is being livestreamed. What is it? Is Quinn livestreaming?""Just give the phone to him!"
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