In a quiet dim room, Darcy clicked his mouse once more. Another account disappeared from the comment section. Blocked. His expression didn't change at all.
The glow of the laptop screen reflected faintly on his face as lines of online comments continued scrolling upward. Most were excited, some were curious, and a few were openly malicious. Darcy's gaze moved calmly across the screen, reading each line with the same cold patience.
Whenever a comment crossed the line, he ruthlessly used his hacking skills and blocked them.
He didn't argue. He didn't waste time replying. People who talked nonsense about Micah weren't worth his effort.
Another notification popped up. Another user making insinuations about Micah's character. Darcy clicked again. The action had become almost mechanical now.
His fingers moved smoothly across the keyboard, while his face remained blank and composed, as if he were doing nothing more than sorting through unimportant paperwork.
