Chapter 497:
Elsewhere, the poster gave a sly grin as he tapped out a new post—”100,000 likes to unlock the next video.”
The top comment, racking up likes of its own, was dripping with disdain—”Unbelievable! What a shameless stunt!”
But the backlash only fueled the frenzy. Viewers hammered the like button anyway, blasting past a hundred thousand, then a million in no time, driving the hype into a frenzy.
“Damn, you really know how to work a crowd!” the other paparazzo blurted out, half impressed, half exasperated.
With a cocky little smile, his colleague dropped the next video. This time, it was Millie at the piano—but once again, her face stayed artfully hidden.
Unfazed, he posted a new message. “When we hit 500,000 followers, I’ll release every video—full face reveal and all.”
Within seconds, the Internet exploded with a tidal wave of sarcastic comments and teasing memes.
The most upvoted comment shot straight to the point. “Cut the nonsense—just post the whole video already!”
Memes piled up in the replies. Speculation about the mystery woman’s identity hit a fever pitch.
“I’m telling you, that’s the McCoy heiress for sure.”
“No way, it has to be someone from the Todd family.”
“My guess? She’s from some aristocratic family overseas!”
“Oh, please. Look at her style and figure. You can tell right away she’s definitely not a foreigner.”
Curiosity ran wild. People swarmed the account in droves, desperate to catch the first glimpse of the mysterious woman’s face.
“Should we keep pushing this?” the man asked his colleague, practically vibrating with excitement as they milked every viral clip for clicks, securing a lucrative ad deal that required a commercial break right in the middle of the upcoming highly anticipated face-reveal video. He was already rubbing his palms together, eager for the payout.
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“If we drag this out any longer, we’re bound to get burned,” his colleague shot back, rolling his eyes.
At last, the long-awaited series of face-reveal videos dropped—triggering a nationwide frenzy.
“Wait—it’s Millie!”
“The mystery’s out—Millie was the one Myron was chasing all along!”
“Did I see that right? Oh, no—what about Brandon?”
The hashtag #MyronChasingMillie soon shot straight to the top of the trending charts, hijacking everyone’s feeds.
Inside his apartment, Brandon sat rigidly in front of the glowing screen, watching as Millie’s face flashed across every video, every headline. Fury snapped inside him—he swept his arm across the table, sending everything crashing to the floor, filling the air with a jarring racket.
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