Chapter 390

The chat exploded with reactions to ShadowWalker's insane donations. Messages flooded the screen at lightning speed.

"Holy shit, this dude's loaded! Who throws around cash like this?"

"Four million just for a date? Someone's got it bad..."

"Bet it's that CEO trying to win back his ex-wife."

Vivian studied the anonymous profile picture, her curiosity burning. Who was this mysterious benefactor?

Just when everyone thought the drama was over, another player entered the game.

NightHawk swooped in with a staggering 160,000 donation, snatching the top spot from ShadowWalker.

The viewer count skyrocketed to 50 million as the chat went wild.

Emily's voice trembled. "T-thank you, NightHawk! This changes everything - you'll be joining Vivian for dinner instead!"

Her knees nearly buckled again. Since when did millionaires throw money around like confetti?

But ShadowWalker wasn't done. Another 10,000 hit the counter, reigniting the bidding war.

For five heart-stopping minutes, the top spot ping-ponged between the two rivals. The chat exploded with a live countdown: "5...4...3...2...1!"

When the dust settled, ShadowWalker reclaimed victory with nearly 4 million in total donations.

"Thank you!" Emily gushed, practically bowing to the camera. "Someone's clearly smitten with my cousin! See you tomorrow night!"

Touched by the gesture, Vivian leaned closer to the lens. "Whoever you are... I'll be waiting." She flashed a sultry smile and blew a kiss, her lips parting slightly.

On the other end of the screen, Nathaniel Blackwood - aka ShadowWalker - remained stone-faced despite the massive expenditure. Only a slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his irritation.

That damn woman had played him again. The手法 felt painfully familiar.

"Goddamn it."

He couldn't explain why he'd lost control - both emotionally and financially. In a rare moment of pettiness, he flicked Vivian's image on his phone screen.

But just as his finger connected, she blew that kiss. Nathaniel froze mid-motion, his scowl softening imperceptibly.

His thumb traced her face on the screen with unexpected tenderness. "Vivian... you're finally back."

The office door burst open.

"Mr. Blackwood! You can't just-"

His secretary's halfhearted protest was pointless. The entire office had watched the livestream. Everyone knew exactly what their usually composed CEO had been doing.

Nathaniel barely had time to lock his phone before Oliver Prescott strolled in, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

If word got out that the mighty Nathaniel Blackwood had spent four million just to secure a dinner date, he'd never live it down.