Chapter 758
Chapter 758:
Without another word, he turned and strode out of the room.
In the living room, a buzz of lively conversations filled the air, with everyone deeply engaged and not a single person glued to their phone. Neal was likely still oblivious to the chatter swirling about him online. As for whom he might have inadvertently upset… the list was potentially lengthy.
Neal wasn’t merely a typical college student; he was a streamer, a minor celebrity of sorts with a loyal fanbase. It could be his colleagues, his previous platform, or perhaps those players he had outpaced on the gaming leaderboard—all possibly harboring jealousy or resentment.
People barely cared when someone clawed their way up from nothing, but they were all too eager to gawk when a star crashed.
Neal’s streaming career had spanned years. Despite his eloquence, he had remained cautious, always playing by the rules, avoiding giving anyone a reason to fault him. Now, with this surge of negative attention, it seemed almost predictable that there would be a rush to condemn him during his vulnerable moment.
Particularly those individuals who had always been eclipsed under Neal’s shine were eager to see him stumble so they could climb over him. However, it remained unclear at this point who might be orchestrating the current online onslaught against him.
Cristian swiftly concluded his phone call and, upon returning, spoke to Fernanda in a hushed tone. “All those news stories you stumbled upon earlier are tied to Horizon Media. I’m acquainted with the CEO. He’s just assured me he’d have them removed.”
Fernanda inquired, “Do you know who initiated the postings?”
“I’ve already posed that question,” Cristian replied smoothly. “He’s looking into it with their marketing team and will update me soon.”
Acknowledging his efforts, Fernanda nodded appreciatively. “Thanks.” His dependability and thoroughness were constants she deeply valued. Often, she found he had resolved matters before they ever reached her.
Meanwhile, Clement and the others arrived, laden with an abundance of ingredients for the stew. They even fetched the coffee table from Clement’s room, combining it with the one in Neal’s to fashion a grand dining setup.
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⍰ⅽ𝗈𝗺
As they arranged the spread, Fernanda captured a photo and sent it to Bonita, who had been kept in the loop since morning.
Bonita’s immediate response, tinged with concern, came through. “Is he alright? Has he seen what’s circulating online?” Her tone was fraught with worry, clearly restless over Neal’s well-being.
“No worries, he hasn’t seen a thing. I’ve taken care of it by having someone handle the news,” Fernanda immediately assured.
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Bonita responded, her words tumbling out in a rush of gratitude.
The pot in the center of the table bubbled merrily, its steam mingling with the cool drafts from the air conditioner, ensuring the room remained pleasantly cool despite the heat of the cooking.
The presence of Cristian seemed to cast a subtle shadow over the group’s usual cheer. Typically lively conversations were replaced with polite exchanges, as everyone appeared more guarded and less at ease than normal.
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