Chapter 389

"Goddesses should remain in heaven, yet here she walks among us. I'm completely enchanted."

"Every move she makes is perfection. Bring her back on screen!"

The chat exploded with adoration until one jarring comment sliced through the praise.

"Pathetic performance."

Like a match dropped in gasoline, the single insult ignited fury. Viewers turned rabid.

"Stream yourself then, coward. Let's see your flawless act."

"Blind fool! She's 100% authentic—no filters, no fakery."

"Anonymous trolls always hide. Probably some creep obsessed with her. Ban him!"

Emily spotted the brewing storm and rushed to intervene. "Everyone, calm down. ShadowWalker, these accusations are baseless. My cousin Vivian is genuine—how is this an act?"

But ShadowWalker doubled down. "Total fraud."

Vivian observed from off-camera, intrigued by this lone dissenter.

Emily's pulse raced. The competition's final thirty minutes loomed. Though Vivian's appearance had skyrocketed her to third place, the top streamers' massive followings kept them just out of reach.

Desperation sparked an idea. She yanked Vivian back into frame.

"Since you all love my cousin... here's a deal. Whoever pushes me to first place wins a private dinner with Vivian. One night only—don't miss this!"

The chat detonated. Donations flooded in like a dam had burst.

Vivian arched a brow but didn't protest. If a meal secured Emily's spot on Love Connection, she'd play along.

"Want to sit across from me?" Vivian tilted her head, flashing a smile that sent hearts racing. "Then make it happen."

The frenzy reached fever pitch—until ShadowWalker struck again. "Disgusting."

Emily's fingers hovered over the ban button. "Leave or get removed, ShadowWalker. Vivian doesn't need toxic fans."

Then the screen lit up with a notification that froze her mid-threat.

ShadowWalker had donated $150,000—catapulting Emily straight to #1.

"Th-thank you, ShadowWalker!" Emily's voice cracked. Her knees nearly buckled. "Thank you... sir."