Wilson's POV
My eyes held depths that revealed nothing, like staring into an endless dark current.
Collin jumped in, backing Sloane up. "Ms. Shaw has a point. Mr. Shaw, maybe hold off until Ms. Brent goes live again? Give her a chance to get used to you being around?"
"Collin, are you saying I'm broke?"
The words came out sharper than I intended.
"Mr. Shaw, I overstepped. Won't happen again," Collin backpedaled fast.
Before he'd even finished talking, the livestream went absolutely wild.
I'd just dropped a gift on Irina, and the system announcement lit up: [VIP Wilson has sent the streamer 10 rounds of Lucky Rain. 100 gifts are about to drop.]
The chat lost its mind.
[Holy shit, 10 rounds of Lucky Rain in one go—I can die happy now.]
[I've typed 'I'm so jealous' so many times my fingers hurt.]
They were still scrambling for the first wave of gifts when another message flashed: [VIP Wilson has sent the streamer 10 rounds of Lucky Rain. 100 gifts are about to drop.]
