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    “Sylvia, where’d the moneye from?” Cecily asked, eyes narrowing. “This stuff isn’t cheap.”


    As Cecily moved in for a closer look, Sylvia snatched the bags up and shoved them into the closet. “Don’t touch that!” she snapped, a bit too quickly.


    Sylvia stumbled over her words, nervous. “Mom, they’re not really worth anything… They’re just fakes. Counterfeit.”


    Counterfeit? Cecily frowned, confused. “They don’t look fake. These bags look just like the ones I used to buy…”


    Cecily insisted on reaching out, but Sylvia quickly started crying to stop her.


    Sylvia had no intention of letting Cecily find out how much money she was actually making.


    Cecily depended on Sylvia for everything, and that annoyed Sylvia. She didn’t want to share a cent—she nned to keep all the money for herself.


    “Mom, they suspended my streaming ount,” Sylvia cried. “I can’t make any money right now. What am I supposed to do?”


    As soon as Cecily heard Sylvia couldn’t make money, she stopped caring about the shopping bags.


    “What are we supposed to do now?” Cecily asked, clearly panicked.


    Sylvia’s eyes lit up as she started thinking. This was the perfect moment to ride the wave of attention. She wasn’t going to waste it. If she couldn’t earn from streaming, she’d find another way. She’d reach out to reporters and stir up drama about Elena—anything to stay relevant. Reporters would definitely jump at the chance to dig into the past of Lena—Elena Harper, the famous author and Harper family daughter.


    And just as Sylvia expected, the reporters were all over it.


    That same night, Sylvia went live with a bunch of well-known reporters.


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    One reporter leaned in and asked, “Miss Reed, you and Elena Harper, also known as the author Lena—are rted, right? Is what you said in your stream yesterday true?”


    Sylvia nodded, putting on her sweetest face. “Every word came from the heart. My viewers are like family to me, and I’d never lie to them. Not like some people.”


    The reporter, sensing there was more, pushed a little harder. “Are you referring to Elena?”


    Sylvia, ying her part, covered her mouth and said timidly, “Oh no, did I say too much again? My ount got suspended out of nowhere, and I still don’t know what I did wrong.”


    Her words weren’t direct, but the message was loud and clear—she was portraying herself as the victim, subtly ming the Harper family for trying to silence her.


    As soon as Sylvia’s words hung in the air, thement section of the live stream flooded with reactions. “Money really makes the world go round, doesn’t it?”


    “Isn’t the Harper family guilty here? They’re scared Sylvia’s about to reveal Elena’s dirty secrets.”


    “Banning Sylvia’s livestream ount—doesn’t that just scream guilt?”


    Viewers who had followed Sylvia from her previous streams now bombarded her with gifts that lit up the screen, making the reporters ecstatic. They were drowning in cash — finally, it was their turn to enjoy the riches!


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