Catfished By My Idol Crowned As His Boss Novel by Mafuyu _ Novel




Catfished By My Idol Crowned As His Boss Chapter 01

I logged into my alt account and dropped 100 TikTok Universes on my favorite streamer, Oliver, all at once.
After the stream ended, I somehow ended up in his private group chat with his bros.
Just as I was happily scrolling up to read the chat history, I suddenly saw his mind-blowing remarks.
"It's so damn annoying having to entertain that bunch of unwanted old hags all day."
"That 'Ice Tea' chick wants to chat with me every day but barely does any virtual gifting. She's ugly as hell, I can't even be bothered to string her along."
"And that 'Little Raindrop' actually asked for my contact info a couple of days ago. I'm so done."
"How much has she even tipped me to think she deserves my contact info? Has she even hit a million yet?"
As luck would have it, my ID was exactly "Little Raindrop".
You ask me what to do when you get backstabbed by your favorite streamer?
Make them pay big time, of course!
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I did ask for his contact info that day.
I'm usually pretty busy and don't check the live streaming app that often.
If he hadn't been constantly dropping hints that I kept missing his live stream PK, why would I have ever asked for his contact info?
I wanted to see how else Oliver was going to trash-talk me, a Wealthy patron player with a Top Level Subscriber Badge, but the very next second, my alt account was kicked out of the group chat.
Since this was a brand-new account, Oliver just sent a threatening message and then ignored me.
Interestingly enough, though, this alt account was inexplicably banned an hour later.
It didn't take a genius to figure out who was behind it.
Switching back to my main account, several messages popped up in the pinned group chat, "Oliver's Favorite Sisters."
"What are my lovely sisters up to?
Did you all eat well today?"
"I ordered cupcakes for each of you. Hope you all have a sweet day today~"
The incident just now probably made him a bit paranoid, and he wanted to test the waters to see if the alt account belonged to anyone in this group.
As expected, the girls in the group were beyond touched. The girl with the ID "Ice Tea" even went straight ahead and booked Oliver's stream exhibition hall for next week.
I was just debating whether to tell her what this man was really like in private when a direct message from Oliver popped up.
"What is my sweet Raindrop doing? I ordered a box of cupcake for you, it's on the way!"
Then he sent me a picture of his handwritten letter.
I muddled a few words and quit the chat.
Even though he was completely two-faced, he had at least provided some emotional value in the past, so I had no intention of exposing him.
Following a loud knock on the door, my brother swaggered into the room.
"Dad said he wants to expand into digital media companies. Guess what?"
"The company the old man is planning to inspect is the agency of your recent favorite streamer. I strongly recommended that you go. Are you happy?"
What favorite streamer? He was nothing but a massive turn-off to me now.
Just as I was about to refuse him, he suddenly snatched up a gold bracelet from my vanity.
"Yo, Chloe Bennett, where did you get this bracelet?"
"It's a Top Level Subscriber Badge gift from the favorite streamer you just mentioned."
I answered casually.
To my surprise, a look of confusion crossed his face. "You're saying a small-time streamer gave this to you?
You might want to look up the origin of this bracelet."
Baffled, I looked it up online, and the results left me completely speechless.
A private runway piece from a high-end foreign designer brand—I can't believe Oliver actually had the nerve to gift this. If he's going to give a fake, couldn't he at least do some homework?
My brother took the opportunity to rub salt in the wound. "Tsk, I gotta say, Chloe, doesn't the weight of this bracelet feel a bit off?
Don't tell me it's gold-plated silver!"
While I ground my teeth in frustration, he had someone cut open this "private runway designer gold bracelet."
The moment it was cut open, my brother yelled in surprise, "We misunderstood your favorite streamer. It really isn't gold-plated silver."
I rolled my eyes. Right, it wasn't gold-plated silver—it was gold-plated copper!
He wanted me to inspect his media company, right?
I'll go connect with them next week. I have no intention of letting him off easy now.

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