Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1276

Watching the chat blow up in her livestream, she quickly softened her voice to explain.

"Let's just drop it, alright? I know Emma's going through a tough time at home. Even if they did take it, it's no big deal. Think of it as doing a good deed. Plus, she looked amazing tonight. She's at the bottom of the rankings, so let's hope she catches up soon."

With those words, she managed to paint herself in a saintly light.

Leona couldn't help but glance at her follower count, which had just surpassed seven million, securing her spot as the most followed female streamer, well ahead of the so-called veterans. A smug smile flickered across her face, silently thanking Emma for the unexpected boon of a million new followers. She had never been fond of Emma, and now, stepping over her to climb higher felt incredibly satisfying.

Meanwhile, Emma was far removed from the world of livestreams, sitting outside in a hallway, rubbing her red, swollen eyes. After a while, she pulled out her low-end phone and hesitated before finally scrolling to the only number she had saved. It belonged to Aubree, whom she had met after moving to Beaconsfield and buying the phone, immediately saving her number. Desperate, Emma had no choice but to set aside her pride and take a chance on the only person she knew in Beaconsfield, Aubree. But Aubree was a big star, and even with a heart of gold, would she really come to her aid?

Emma dialed Aubree's number, but got no answer. Aubree, having returned from a film set, was in no mood to deal with anything, lying in bed and staring into the darkness outside. Her phone rang, but she couldn't care less, feeling utterly drained. She heard someone walking in the living room, the sound of slippers against the floor. Andrew hadn't gone home that evening, choosing instead to stay and clean up, even making a pot of chicken soup. Aubree, lacking the energy for another argument, had simply stayed in bed, silently finishing the soup he left for her. She wasn't eager to confront Andrew, fearing it would just lead to more distress. Rubbing her temples, she noticed her phone was still ringing. With a frown, she checked the caller ID – an unknown number. After pressing the answer button, she heard Emma's hoarse voice on the other end.

“Aubree, it's Emma.”

Aubree paused, feeling a sudden surge of energy. At least this unexpected call diverted her attention away from the incessant tension in the living room.