chapter 2
At night, I closed the shop and went home.
Sure enough, my name was trending at the top.
Under the entry, it was filled with overwhelming insults and curses against me.
Ive already found out, the shop owner is called Fiona Knight!
I think she grew up without parents' guidance and became antisocial.
This vicious woman! If I see her on the street, Ill kick her to death!
Pinned at the top was a video posted by Camila.
In the video, she is in a hospital room, with her parents in the background hooked up to ventilators.
Her voice trembled, "Dear netizens, Im not trying to seek pity on purpose, but my parents urgently need surgery, or their lives will be in danger.
"I don't ask for much. Ive said before, as long as Fiona is willing to help me claim the prize, Im willing to share half of the winnings with her.
"As long as she's willing to help me claim the prize and save my parents..."
The comment section was filled with sympathy for her and even more vicious curses directed at me.
I looked at all this and just smiled faintly.
Then, I started the livestream.
The netizens instantly flooded in.
Facing the camera, I still said the same thing, "No matter what, I won't let Camila claim the prize."
In an instant, the curses grew even more intense.
[Are you out of your mind? Hand over the money now!]
[It's not like the money's coming from you, just redeem the prize.]
[You'll face retribution!]
At this moment, some shop owners nearby came out to speak up for me.
[Could there be more to this? Fiona's lottery shop has always had a good reputation.]
[Yeah, in the past three years, different customers have won the ten-million-dollar jackpot three times, and nothing like this has ever happened.]
Some even provided winning photos as evidence.
But this evidence only sparked resistance from netizens.
[Are you guys stupid? So what if shes redeemed prizes before? Shes clearly bullying rural folks now.]
[She'll get what's coming to her sooner or later.]
[She's purely antisocial. She knows that girl urgently needs money but deliberately delays giving the prize.]
[Aren't you afraid her parents will come after you for revenge when they die?]
Netizens fiercely warned me in the livestream.
[Fiona, remember, tomorrow at 10 a.m. is your last chance.]
At that moment, Camila joined the livestream.
Her eyes were red, and her voice choked. "I beg you, please come tomorrow morning."
"I'll wait outside the shop all night. Once I get the money, my parents can have their surgery."
"I beg you, have mercy on me."
The livestream viewers were filled with sorrow.
[This poor girl, both her parents are sick.]
[She finally won the lottery, thinking it was a turning point, but ended up facing a demon.]
[Why doesn't that scumbag just die?]
I stayed silent the whole time, watching everything expressionlessly.
Before I ended the livestream, I calmly said, "Sorry, the lottery shop is closed tomorrow."