A few minutes later, the SUV stopped in front of Orangeheart Community.
Rex Leanne parked the car, unbuckled the seat belt, and was about to wake up the sleeping Caroline Edwin.
Unexpectedly, she opened her closed eyes abruptly.
There was a coldness in her eyes, not a trace of grogginess, totally unlike someone who had just woken up.
"Thank you for the ride, Rex." Caroline put her coat on the car and opened the door.
She held a black headset in her hand, playing with the earpiece casually.
Rex was sitting in the driver's seat, and it took him a while to react. He raised his elegant index finger, "Uh... Carol didn't fall asleep?"
He remembered her icy, defiant eyes and rubbed the goosebumps on his arm.
He had a feeling that Carol had changed a lot. Was she being stimulated? Should they find a doctor to have a look?
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Back at the residence.
Caroline placed her laptop on her lap, and after reading Azure Police's clarification, her eyes curved upwards, wild and unrestrained.
After browsing through the hateful comments, she switched accounts and casually picked a few commenters with strong words.
She embedded viruses in the emoji and sent them to those commenters via private messages.
The virus invaded when the emojis were clicked on, and within a few seconds, their mobile firewalls were attacked and fell apart.
From their Twitter group, she found an online ghostwriters group with more than 300 members.
"Hmm." Caroline rested her cheek in one hand, swinging her leg, and clicked on the group's document.
The latest announcement in the document was from the group owner: "Hate on Caroline Edwin on Twitter, three cents per comment, the more you post, the more you earn. Send me a screenshot after completing the task to collect the reward."
She took a screenshot of the group number and announcement, logged into her Twitter account and posted it.
Caroline Edwin V: [A great way to get rich. Screenshot.jpg]
After posting the tweet, she cleared the traces of the virus, then calmly turned off her computer and went to bed.
It was close to midnight, but there were still many night owls who hadn't slept.
Those who followed Caroline saw the tweet, and with a do-or-die attitude, they added the Whats group. Surprisingly, they were really accepted.
After trying to send a few hateful comments along with screenshots to the group owner, they received gifts from them the very next second.
[OMG, guys, this group is real! Hurry up and join to get rich together.]
[Damn, three cents per comment, thirty cents for ten, I can easily post hundreds without even trying. Rubbing_hands.jpg]
[Sigh, that bitch Caroline. I'll give you half of the money I make since you helped us get rich.]
[Ahem, ahem, ahem. This is a late-night deal. Luckily, I didn't sleep, otherwise, wouldn't I have missed the opportunity to make money?]
...
The netizens were fired up, took up their keyboards, and fiercely attacked Caroline.
After making money, they very honorably forwarded half of their earnings to Caroline.
The total amount skyrocketed from a few dollars to thousands, and by dawn, it surged to tens of thousands.
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At an unknown studio.
The man sitting in front of a computer saw more and more people joining the group, and he had a bad feeling.
After eating his takeout and smoking a cigarette, he sluggishly logged into Twitter.
Upon seeing Caroline exposing the group information, he stood up abruptly, and the burning cigarette scorched his fingers.
"Fucking hell. I knew something was wrong!"
Fuming about the loss of tens of thousands of dollars that night, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he angrily kicked a stool.
He quickly disbanded the group and contacted the financial backer who bought ghostwriters.
[Find someone else for this, I won't take it anymore!]
What a shitty situation.
He didn't make much money, but his base was exposed instead, simply a loss without gain.
"How did it get exposed? Which stupid piece of shit did this?"
He couldn't figure it out.
The man squatted down and crushed the unfinished cigarette under his foot, holding his head in both hands in distress.