Chapter 184
184 Defeating the Troll Army
Hopeless Romantic demanded in the comments, “Can the streamer explain what’s going on here?”
Presently, Ivan was playing three different roles as he perched in front of his computer. He was
determined to back Wynter into a corner this time.
When Margaret saw the comments, she gripped onto the edge of the table and wished to defend
Wynter.
However, Wynter merely snorted and gazed directly into the camera. “We’ll be doing something a little
different from our usual consultations today.”
The viewer named Better Tomorrow commented, “Don’t change the subject! Explain yourself!”
Wynter drawled, “Ivan Yarbrough?”
At once, everyone in the troll army stopped typing. They looked at Ivan in horror. “Mr. Yarbrough, she
just…
Ivan had stiffened in his seat as well. He nearly came close to asking Wynter how she knew it was him.
Wynter added with a smirk, “The only explanation I have today will only benefit the trolls. Did you trolls
know that in severe cases of online slander, you could be sentenced to less than three years of
imprisonment?”
Better Tomorrow retorted, “Are you out of your mind? Why would we listen to a murderer citing the law
to
us?”
“I think you’re the one who’s out of your mind,” Wynter countered. “Need I remind you of Strawberry
Cloud, Mr. Yarbrough? She was the streamer who took her own life a month ago after being
cyberbullied.”
The entire troll army blanched at the mention of the deceased streamer. However, Ivan argued
stubbornly as Better Tomorrow, “How is it our fault that she cracked under pressure?”
This was often the argument he presented, but he didn’t think it would be the crux of his downfall today.
Wynter smiled. “So it is you, Mr. Yarbrough. I’m going to assume that the accounts you’re using now
have: real IP addresses?”
The other viewers on her live–streaming channel had no idea what she meant, but the trolls did. “Mr.
Yarbrough, we have to cover our tracks now!”
However, it was as if Wynter had a fly on the troll army’s wall. Her eyes widened slightly as she said,
“It’s
too late to run.”
The moment those words left her l*ps, the troll army’s computer screens were put on lock. The
equipment was running as usual, but the screens had frozen.
One of the programmers cried, “Mr. Yarbrough, our data!”
Ivan snarled, “Don’t just sit there gawking! Shut it down!”
184 Defeating the fron Army
The programmers looked like they were close to breaking down. “It’s no use. Our data has been
automatically transmitted to the police station just now.”
Ivan froze. “What?”
Just then, there was a loud bang. In rushed a team of plain–clothed police officers.
Blood drained from Ivan’s face as he quickly made to destroy evidence of his illicit activities. However,
the police officers pinned him down before he could move.
Just like that, the troll army was brought down..
Meanwhile, Wanda was completely oblivious to the fate that had befallen Ivan and his troll army.
She stood at the entrance to Waterview Alley and threw a sharp look in a certain direction. After that,
she slowly clicked into Wynter’s live–streaming channel.
She wanted to watch the drama that would soon unfold.
Naturally, everyone on the live–streaming channel waited for Wynter to explain. Their curiosity grew
even more after the viewer named Better Tomorrow had stopped commenting.
“What does any of this have to do with Strawberry Cloud’s suicide?” one of the viewers asked on behalf
of
the rest.
Wynter was just about to answer when a devastated wail rang through the room. “That’s her, everyone!
She’s the live–streamer who put my grandson in a comal”
Wynter’s camera was still on. The viewers could see everything that was happening on her end. They
the scene to grab Wynter’s arm. watched as a middle–aged lady rushed int
“You! You will pay for what you did to my grandson!” the lady shrieked at Wynter.
The viewers immediately burst into an uproar. One comment read, “No way, did she really kill one of
her patients?”
The middle–aged lady was relentless. “My grandson would’ve been fine if he hadn’t taken the medicine
you prescribed him! You’re a quack!”
“Grandson?” Wynter thought as she raised a brow to survey the lady’s face with a dark gaze.
She did not remember treating anybody’s grandson.
Two uniformed officers who had tagged along with the middle–aged lady glowered at Wynter. “You’ll
have to come with us to the station.”