Chapter 106 Shut Him
Down For Good
Ryland had just returned from parking the car when he stumbled upon a tense scene -a man was confronting Renee, demanding an apology.
Uncertain of the details but protective by instinct, Ryland quickly positioned himself in front of Renee, his brow furrowing in confusion and concern.
“What’s this about? Who are you to demand an apology from her?” he stated firmly, his voice laced with disbelief and rising anger.
The streamer snapped back with indignation, his voice carrying an edge as it echoed faintly, “And who might you be? Being wealthy doesn’t give you a free pass. Why is it so hard to say sorry when you’ve messed up?”
He didn’t have to glance at his screen; he could feel the buzz–his live stream was blowing up.
Broadcasting live from Infinity Group’s lavish annual gala was always bound to draw attention, but this unfolding drama was a goldmine for views.
On the live stream, comments flooded in real–time. The audience was divided. Some,
catching only this snippet of drama, were hungry for the juicy details, while long–time viewers debated the situation heatedly. A faction rallied behind the streamer, criticizing Renee for alleged elitism. Others, particularly some female viewers, defended Renee,
arguing that filming her without consent was out of line and the streamer was the one
who needed to check his behavior.
Ryland’s jaw clenched as he declared sharply, “You’re walking straight into your own
downfall.”
His hands tightened into fists, sleeves rolled up in a silent promise of impending action, but Renee’s hand on his arm was both cool and calming. He paused, looked at her, and hissed through gritted teeth, “Why are you stopping me? Who the hell is this idiot?”
“Did you hear that? He’s actually insulting me–how rude!” the streamer exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief and irritation.
The crowd around them was swelling, but Ryland remained unfazed, his attention locked on the scene unfolding before him.
Renee, meanwhile, watched the streamer with a cold, amused smirk, as if observing a poorly performed circus act. “Just ignore him, Ryland,” she advised evenly, her voice dripping with disdain. “He’s nothing but a live–streaming buffoon. The more attention you feed him, the more he revels in it. All he’s after are the views.”
As Renee spoke, the streamer’s arrogance seemed to crumble under the weight of the gathering crowd’s scrutiny. Glancing around nervously, he noticed several bystanders recording the confrontation on their phones. Realizing the potential fallout, he decided it was time to retreat. He planned to salvage his reputation by posting a few sympathy -seeking videos later. Today was not the day to antagonize the Mitchell family, especially not at the Infinity Group’s gala. The risks were simply too high.
Just as he was about to slink away, Renee’s voice, sharp and commanding, stopped him in his tracks. “Ryland, find out which platform he’s broadcasting on and his account details. I want him disappeared online by tomorrow.”
The streamer, now visibly shaken, stammered, “You–what are you planning to do?”
Renee regarded him with a cool, detached air, her casual demeanor belied by the steely edge in her voice. “The less you know, the better,” she remarked, the threat clear in her tone. Her nonchalance only served to heighten the streamer’s anxiety, leaving him to wonder just how deep her connections with the Mitchell family might go.
Panicked, he quickly ended his live stream and turned to Renee in a desperate attempt at conciliation. “Ma’am, I assure you, this was all just a big misunderstanding. If I’ve offended, I sincerely apologize. It’s on me for being careless with my phone–it’s got nothing to do with you.”
Renee’s smile twisted into a sinister curve, her voice a soft but chilling murmur. “Oh, don’t get it twisted. I knocked your phone out of your hand on purpose.”
The streamer’s face drained of color.
She leaned in closer, her tone icy as she added, “With this crowd, it’s guaranteed someone else caught the moment from a different angle. Yes, I did it on purpose.”
The blood rushed to his face, coloring it a deep, embarrassed red. He felt as if his very dignity was being shredded before the onlookers.
“That’s the price of your insolence,” Renee stated flatly. Her expression grew colder, her words slicing through the air. “People like you only taint the online social atmosphere.
It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared from the online community.” Turning to Ryland, she issued her command without a backward glance. “Shut him down for good. Make sure that bastard never stirs up shit online again.”
The streamer’s complexion turned a ghostly shade of white. Raised far from the echelons of power, he was unaccustomed to their ruthless authority. His experience had not prepared him for the realization that these potentates could indeed erase his existence online. The magnitude of this power was beyond his comprehension.
The fear of the unknown gnawed at him, overwhelming his senses until he crumpled to the ground, his voice breaking as he begged, “Ma’am, please! I beg you, give me another chance!”
But Renee, unfazed, continued her stride into the banquet hall as if the desperate cries were but a whisper lost in the wind. To her, the confrontation was nothing more than a fleeting irritation. And the streamer? Soon enough, he would be just another name lost in the background, barely worth a second thought.
