Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1100

Chapter 1100 Go Out For Wool And Come Home Shorn

"What reasonable reason do they have? They willingly tipped me. I never forced them! I won't return the money!"

Hearing that, Wendy felt her rage build, and her originally sweet voice became shrill and hoarse.

"Ms. Greene, since I'm contacting you now, it means they do have reasonable reasons. Some of them are minors, and some of them reported that your live streaming content is fake."

"My content is fake? I was live-streaming the environment of Maxwell University, and I'm indeed at Maxwell University now. Which part of it is fake?"

"In the live streaming, you acquiesced that you're a student of Maxwell University, but this isn't true. After the platform reviewed the matter, we decided that it was reasonable for them to withdraw their tip. If you don't agree to return them their money, then you'll have to meet them in court. We're only communicating with you on their behalf. If you refuse to cooperate, we can only assist them in filing a lawsuit."

The staff of the platform sounded calm and collected. On the contrary, Wendy's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.

My reputation in Chanaea is already bad because of Dad's company. If the viewers sue me, I'll be hated by everyone.

After much deliberation, she decided to compromise.

"Okay. I'll return the money!"

Even though she was dissatisfied, she had no other choice.

"Okay, Ms. Greene. After the refund, you would have to pay for the tax. It's estimated to be around four thousand. Please get ready a sufficient amount to pay for it."

"What? Why should I pay the tax? I've already refunded the money!"

"It's written in the agreement. Didn't you read the rules and regulations of the platform carefully before you live stream?"

Wendy quickly opened the software to read the rules. Soon, she found out that if the streamer needed to refund the tips, they had to pay for the tax.

"Shit! Darn it!"

Wendy kept cursing, but the staff directly hung up the phone and sent her a bill.

In addition to the refund, she had to pay an additional four thousand.

I only have four thousand left, and now I've to spend them all. I'm, as the saying goes, go out for wool and come home shorn. I've really become a penniless pauper.

"F*ck!"

Enraged, she lost her sanity and smashed everything on the ground.

After more than ten minutes, she gradually recollected herself and picked up the phone that was on the ground to call her uncle.

However, the phone rang twice and was hung up.

I can't believe he just hung up on me!

Left with no choice, she could only call Cecilia. Although Cecilia did answer the call, her voice was low. "Hello? Wendy?"

"Mom!" At first, Wendy did not realize that something was amiss. She kept talking about what happened and that her uncle did not answer her calls.

"Don't worry, Wendy. Vinson will come and beg us for help soon."

Taken aback by Cecelia's words, Wendy quickly asked, "Why would he come and beg us? What do you mean?"

However, Cecilia only responded in a muffled voice, "He'll beg us soon. Very soon."

Finally, Wendy sensed that something was wrong. Knitting her brows, she questioned, "Mom, are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not. I'm just a little sleepy. I'll go to bed now."

With that said, Cecilia ended the call.

Beside her hand was some fine powder, and a strange scent was wafting out of her room.