Florence Fawcett experienced for the first time what it's like to have the screen completely covered with comments during a livestream.
She was not at all pleased.
"Ahem, do the viewers in the livestream care so much about her? She's not a real heiress; the ones here are..." Florence thought she could handle being outshined, but the moment it became a reality, the jealousy and malice wrapped around her heart, tightening with each loop, unable to be ignored.
Evelyn Vaughn, dragged into the fray by a few casual words, remained gracefully seated, a smile on her lips.
Not everyone was as composed and gentle.
Jane King raised an eyebrow, the contempt in her eyes clearly visible on Florence's face, easily noticed by the viewers in the livestream too.
Jane King held her chin high, her eyes flashing disdain, "Florence Fawcett, when I lent you the venue for your birthday party, did I not say that anything should go through my approval? Did I allow you to livestream?"
