Irina's POV
"Relax, it's not poison." I wiped my fingers with practiced calm, keeping my expression neutral.
"Alright, folks in the livestream, that's it for today. See you next time." I tapped my earring twice, cutting the feed instantly.
Continuing the stream would only get my account suspended.
The viewers weren't ready to let go, their comments flooding in.
[Hey, why'd you end it like that? Come back, MysticHealer!]
[So is that kid good or evil? I actually thought this trafficker's son was different—seemed like he genuinely cared about those deceived girls. Turns out he was just pretending, rotten as his parents.]
[What a wild night! That was incredible. I could binge-watch this content forever. You're a master at keeping us on edge.]
[Dying for the next episode. You better come out on top, MysticHealer.]
Within hours, MysticHealer's follower count had exploded to twenty million.
