The Fortune-Telling Heiress

The Eastwood incident rocked the nation, with netizens analyzing and reporting on from all angles.noveldrama

Madison's livestream channel was frequently mentioned in the coverage, even getting multiple mentions from official channels.

Some netizens, however, questioned Madison's actions and demanded that authorities step in to regulate her channel. Yet no matter how many requests poured in, the authorities remained silent. Undemeath these comments, a flood of supporters rushed in to defend Madison.

"Who are these idiots? Do you have any idea how much a real master charges for a reading?"

"Even with money, it's nearly impossible to find a genuine master."

"This is the only chance for ordinary people like us!"

"Can't you see the reason? Some people just see the things they want to see!"

"The streamer I follow isn't a fraud, thank you very much."

"Ever since she switched to this new content, I've been watching her every livestream."

Wanda scrolled through the comments and laughed triumphantly. "Look at those trolls, trying to get Ms. Locke's channel banned. Do they not see where the people's loyalty lies?"

As she read on, a notification popped up in the inbox.

Since Madison opened her account, Wanda had been the one managing it. She handled all private messages and deleted any unnecessary ones.

Many messages were typical. Some people offered high prices for Madison's services while others hurled insults and vile language, which Wanda would promptly have them deleted.

There were always people in this world who used the internet as a platform to vent their frustrations, spreading negativity wherever they went.

Wanda went through the messages, deleting them one by one, until she suddenly paused. Her eyes caught something unusual.

She gasped, then shouted, "Ms. Locke, someone's trying to contact you!"

Wanda immediately clasped her hand over her mouth, but the urgency in her eyes was unmistakable. She dashed into the garden where Madison was tending to the plants and held up the phone.

"Ms. Locke, this person says he's the one who sold the talisman to Rebecca," she said, her voice tinged with urgency.

She handed the phone to Madison. Madison glanced at the message, and another popped up right then. It was a photo of a talisman.

"Ms. Locke, it's been a while," the message read.

Madison's eyes narrowed as she studied the talisman. It was Malcolm.

She remembered wounding him severely before, even destroying his place of cultivation.

When he left, his spiritual energy had been in tatters. But the talisman in the photo now exuded a suffocating, oppressive air. His spiritual energy had not only recovered but appeared even stronger than hers, which she had regained through Sebastian's powerful wishes. How had Malcolm managed to recover so quickly?

Another message from Malcolm appeared on the screen. "Curious about how I restored my spiritual energy so soon, Ms. Locke?"

The next photo that followed was of a foot wrapped in chains. Around the ankle was a red string, with a small bronze sword dangling from it.

Madison's expression darkened immediately.

She grabbed the phone, zooming in on the red string and the bronze sword with a clenched fist and an increasingly tense expression. "System!" she called out sharply, her voice dripping with urgency. "Show yourself!"