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The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 134
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Cha Chapter 134 Soaring High At the stime, Cecilia's live stream was taking an ugly turn.

Viewers were adamant about getting Holger to send another 50 meteor showers.

Team Cecilia commented, "Mr. Seafield, can you handle this?" Its You urged, "Con, Mr. Seafield, keep it going!" "Mr. Seafield, are you giving up?" KissSunshine added.

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Holger was actually a staff member of the platform. He didn't mind sending gifts, but he wasn't naive.

He replied while puffing on his cigarette, "Another 50? Is that what you want, Cecilia?" Though Cecilia felt reluctant, she could only force a smile and say, "How could that be? I'm already thrilled that you are in my livestream, Mr. Seafield. Besides, you always take care of me. You've been so generous today. Mr. Seafield, you're amazing!" The moderator and other fans quickly caught on, flooding the chat with messages praising Holger. Finally, Holger was pacified.

However, Cecilia's popularity couldn't hold a candle to that of the Empathy Clinic.

She couldn't believe a newcomer could surpass her by such a margin. Then, a thought crossed her mind. "That Emperor VIP certainly has money, and if only he could becmy defensive shield..." With a sly grin, Cecilia opened a chat box. "Hello, Mr. Yarwood. Can we talk privately?" She then sent a photo along with her Whatnumber.

Cecilia had always been confident in her looks, and she had garnered a legion of male supporters through her beauty.

However, as tpassed, her message request to Dalton remained unanswered.

Frustration crept in, and she frowned slightly.

Cecilia consoled herself that the streamer from the Empathy Clinic didn't even dare to show her face and instead brought an old lady to attend to the patients..

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Rumors suggested that she was a college student, leading Cecilia to speculate that the streamer might not be very attractive.

A smile graced her I*ps as this thought crossed her mind. As a top student at Sacred Heart Medical University, she possessed both beauty and talent, and she wouldn't lose to someone from the bottom rungs of society.

Meanwhile, Wynter couldn't care less about Cecilia's thoughts. She was preoccupied with backend settlements. Dalton's gifts genuinely surprised Margaret.

"Wynter, this is too much," Margaret remarked. She hadn't noticed the gifts Dalton sent as she had been busy attending to patients during the live stream. So, she frowned slightly at the lavish gifts. “Let's just return it.” "Grandma, the platform takes a cut of the gift money," Wynter explained with a gentle smile. “It's just how it works. Being a streamer means that when people are happy, they'll reward you. When they're not, they'll criticize you." She continued calmly, "We'll take what's rightfully ours. If you think it's too much, we'll

ly ours. If you think it's too much, keep half, and the rest will go to charity. Remember how you always said that girls in the mountains couldn't afford to go to school? We can use this money to build schools for them. Margaret's eyes lit up. "Okay! Let's do as you say!" She chuckled with her phone in hand. "Wynter, I can earn money on my own again. I can finally earn money on my own!"

"Yes, Grandma. You've earned a lot," Wynter replied affectionately as she continued to massage Margaret's legs. "It's enough to pay for those fish Wolf scared to death last time." Wolf was a tech worker. He still had his QR code on from after work. When he heard his name, he looked up and said, "Hmm?" The alleyway was alive with their laughter. Wynter and her family finally had something to look forward to.

Susan looked on warmly. "Mrs. Yates Senior has had a tough life. I used to think Wynter was just a naive girl, but now, she's really something!"

Susan's husband, Hagrid, happily ate his fish. "Yeah, Wolf isn't bad either. The last tI took him to the river, he scared those fish so much that they jumped right onto the bank. I ended up with fish I didn't even need to fish for!". Susan shook her head and pinched his ear, saying, “I'm telling you one thing, and you're saying something else.