Chapter 4
The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely strange.
Stacy sat in the main seat, wearing a delicate white dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, making her look undeniably pitiful.
Around her sat four top-tier big shots, including Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver.
In the center, a man idly twirled a lighter. He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server.
As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!"
The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me.
Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls.
"Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing of her wealthy family, she took my max-level account by force, stole my private photos, and impersonated me when she met you!"
Stacy slammed her old, worn-out laptop heavily onto the table.
On the screen, the game login interface was still lit.
"This computer is solid proof! The account login credentials have always been saved on my computer! She can't even understand basic dungeon mechanics, so how could she possibly be the number one player on the server?"
Her tearful accusations brought the room to an icy standstill.
Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver went still, looking between Stacy and me.
Cyrus, who had never met me before, frowned as well.
"Stacy's so brave! She's finally confronting her head-on!"
"Exactly. Heather just showed up and tried to take over. Who can prove she's the real account owner?"
"Stacy has the login credentials. This fake is about to be exposed!"
"Lewis, hurry up and kick this vicious impostor out!"
I watched Stacy's self-righteous, indignant act and almost felt like applauding her performance.
I made my way to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down leisurely. "Stacy, you claim the account is yours, and the photos are yours. Why don't you explain that to everyone here?"
I let out a cold laugh and fixed her with a sharp look. "If the photos are really yours, then why were you wearing my custom designer dress? And if the account belongs to you, do you dare open the real-name verification system and scan your face right here?"
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