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Chapter 433 Social Death

Boris had a bad feeling about it, especially when the chat was turning hostile. He clicked into Science and

Mysticism’s account and realized that it was livestreaming too. Boris typed, ‘Oh, said something about us, did he?

My, people are really kind. I can’t believe they’re being duped. Honestly, some livestreamers. should really stop

lying to the viewers. Some of these days, they’re going to be punished.

The viewers were speechless. They couldn’t believe how brazen Boris was being. You didn’t even watch the

livestream, and now you’re saying he slandered you? My gods, how shameless can someone get? He doesn’t

realize he’s dissing himself, is he?

Boris then clicked into the stream, and he shut up, for no one in the livestream was talking about him. The

livestream was showing his workshop. The whole place was filled with cats, and Jay was arrested.

Boris’ blood ran cold, and he couldn’t even say a word. He thought the livestream was just someone dissing him. If

that was the case, he could still make an argument and sway the viewers’ opinion to his side, but no. Science and

Mysticism was showing his workshop and his scandal. There was no way out of this, but he stayed calm and

frowned. “What is going on? What is this place? Why’re you guys cursing me? You sure you’re not getting the wrong

guy?” I’m going to deny everything.

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Blake was watching the livestream as well, and he sneered. “You’re denying it? This is your workshop, and it’s

registered under your name. I have all the information here.” He picked up Lilly, though neither of them showed

their faces on camera.

The girl mimicked her father and aimed the camera at the business license on the wall, and she cutely said,

“There’s the ID. Name: Boris Trask, Sex: Male. Age 913 years old..” Lilly thought something was off. Is that guy this

old?

The viewers didn’t see Lilly, though they were amused by her going off the rails.

‘No, wait. That’s the business license alright, but it only lists out the business name, type, and legal entity!

‘Good thing I can read.”

“The girl went off the rails. First day on the job? Wait, has she even graduated kindy?”

The chat was getting a bit livelier, and Blake changed the topic back, swiveling his camera around. “What’s the

owner’s name? Where’s the ID? Show me?”

The finance officer retorted, “Who are you people? What makes you think you can demand our IDs? This

is a crime.”

“And so what?”

The finance officer said nothing, while Lilly punched the chair beside her. Fiercely, she said, “And so what?” No, she

wasn’t fierce. Even when she tried to be angry, she was adorable.

Pablo held his forehead. Alright, that’s far enough. He swung his arm, and all the IDs hidden under the books strewn

around were revealed. All the finance officer saw was a gust of wind blowing through the workshop, and it blew

away all the files and books on the table, revealing the IDs hiding underneath.

It might seem like a normal phenomenon, but there was no way a gust of regular wind could accurately blow away

all the things that were hiding their IDs. ShIs this karma? 1-Is there a ghost here? The finance was scared out of her

wits, and she stayed silent.

Blake moved his camera around and held down on one ID. It was Boris’ ID. “Boris Trask. ID number…

1/2

Boris Workshop. A den of evil, you mean. So, anything you want to say for yourself?”

The viewers commented a lot.

Said it’s just a case of the same name and same face.

And he accused you of setting him up.

Blake sneered. “He knows no shame, doesn’t he?”

And Lilly mimicked him again. “No shamey, hmph!”

Blake pointed at a computer and told another staff member, “Alright, open your accounts. There should be one in

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the backend for every one of you.”

Lilly pointed at the computer, holding her camera as she thumped the desk. “Open up, open up! Own up to your

mistakes!”

The viewers were amused. They couldn’t see Lilly’s face, though they did see her fist swinging around, and they

thought it was really adorable.

My girl, you’re going to turn a crime scene livestream into a comedy at this rate. He smiled. But you’re cute, so

that’s allowed.

The staff member looked away. The computer’s broken. And she tried to unplug the socket with her leg.

Blake shot him an icy look. “I think the only thing broken here is your head.”

Anyone who’d been on the battlefield and taken countless lives had gazes as sharp as a blade, and one look was

enough to petrify the staff member. She stopped moving, suspecting that her head would be lopped off if she did.

The backend data was revealed, and along with it were more than a hundred accounts’ information. Standing at

the top were Boris and Kelly’s accounts. Kelly had the most fans here, after all.

Kelly was live streaming as well, and Blake clicked into it and went with synchronized streaming. The accounts were

tied to the backend anyway, and the moment he synchronized the streaming, Boris appeared on the screen,

making things worse for him.

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