Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 434

Chapter 434 Nothing Will Change

Boris quickly tried to turn off the livestream, but for some reason, he couldn't. What? But it should've been

shut down.

Blake looked at him and said coldly. "Save your breath

The viewers went into mocking mode too.

We have the evidence and witnesses,' and your account's revealed. There's nowhere to hide

You f*cking scumbag. Let's see you weasel your way out of this. You pride yourself on bullsh*tting your way out of any situation, don't you?"

You claim to be helping stray cats, but you're actually selling their blood? How evil can you be? How dare

demand someone else to be a paragon of virtue when you're nothing but trash yourself!

you

Boris was furious. He worked on this business for three years, and now it was ruined in the span of a single livestream. All the accounts he came up with were ruined. And you call Blake a paragon of virtue? He's doing the same thing I did. He's just trying to gain traffic by putting on a mask of justice. He roared, "Yeah, the workshop's mine, but you think that guy's a paragon of virtue? He used the pretext of exposing my crimes just to gain traffic! Can't you see that? We're competition, and he's just using me to make money, you fools! That guy has millions of followers, but he still came after a small creator like me! He's just being a big -bully!"

"Yeah, we did take the cats blood, but you never asked us why. We never did it for ourselves."

"A lot of pet owners are worried about their pets, and we're just trying to help them! It's not selling blood, it's donating blood."

"We're non-profit! All we want is to save more cats! We're doing charity here!"

Lilly couldn't believe it. They're still trying to weasel their way out of this?

A hint of smugness glinted in Boris eyes. Every time they sold the blood, the records would say 'Blood donation. Every single transaction was recorded as 'Donation. As long as I'm shameless enough, no one can take me down. I've always been preparing for any situation. Let's see how you can take me down. Boris sneered. "And even if I was selling blood, nothing in the law book says it's a crime. If this isn't a crime, then no one can arrest

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The viewers couldn't believe Boris could stoop so low, and the ones who tried to defend Boris couldn't say a word anymore. Blake flipped through the workshop's accounts, and it was filled with the records of the transactions they made. Every transaction was recorded as 'Blood donation' and 'Donation, just like what Boris said, but no matter how perfect the accounts looked, there were still flaws.

For example, the records clearly said that 50ml of blood was exchanged for 1500. There were no currencies or anything, but the amount paid for different volumes of blood had a pattern. For example, 100ml of blood would net them three thousand, while 50ml of blood would net them 1500. Sometimes there would be more blood being sold, and the workshop would gain six thousand to ten thousand. Those were rare but the amount was surprisingly uniform.

That's clearly price tags. There's no way donations could be this uniform. Blake knew that anyone could see that as long as they had a functioning brain. If someone out there couldn't realize this, they might as well try to get a new brain.

The viewers were furous, and they cursed Boris, but just like he said, even if he was selling blood, no one

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Chapter 43! NOT

could arrest him. It wasn't a crime anyway. The law couldn't do anything to him, and the only way to get to him was through morality's judgment.

Since the workshop was done for, Boris dropped his good man act, and he laughed. "You losers can't even do sh*t! Yeah, curse me. Like I care about that. I've made enough money anyway. Not like your curses can do sh*t! I can just change my name and open up another workshop, and you'll still follow me again!"

How amusing. How laughable. Boris laughed and turned off the livestream. The viewers were angry, but they knew Boris was telling the truth. Their whole country was filled with people like Boris. They'd come back stronger after one was taken down, and no one could see through them.

Kindness was worth a lot, and there was profit to be made. Scum like Boris would exploit the kindness in everyone's heart just to make a quick buck. Eventually, the whole world would lose its kindness, replaced by mistrust and doubt. If or when that happens, the world itself would be a living hell.

Lilly was angry. She had no idea what she could do, but she felt suffocated. She wanted to do something, but she couldn't, and she wanted to hit someone.

Blake smiled and patted her head. Oh, look, she's angry. I going to get you Boris. Do you really think I can do nothing? There's nothing I can't do.

Boris was upset, and he kicked Kelly's IV infusion away Kelly said nothing. The assistant had an ashent look on his face, and he asked, "What now, boss?"

Boris was annoyed. What now? What now? Why do you come to me every time there's trouble? We're obviously done for! "We're cashing in all our money before the service blocks us."

I still haven't taken the hundred grand from Kelly's livestream And a ton of people donated during the earlier livestream. Boris and his assistant quickly checked their stream data and found that they made more than two hundred grand. It's even more than the donation yesterday. There's nearly four hundred grand.

Delighted, the two of them tried to cash in, but then a message popped up. 'We apologize for the inconvenience, but your account is permanently banned. According to the contract, all your account's profits wil be confiscated as a penalty. Part of it will be returned to the viewers. Thank you for your understanding

Boris and his assistant couldn't believe it. They couldn't understand what was happening. I saw that money. I was so close to getting it, but now you're telling me it's not mine anymore? Unbelievable! Boris was furious. I paid. a hundred grand for this b*tch! And now I'm not making a dent back?

Furious, Boris refused to stay at the hospital, and he went back home. The assistant was in no mood to take care of Kelly. She was just a stranger to him, so he left, and Kelly was alone.

Boris came home cursing and yelling. It took him a while to calm down. I mean, I might've lost my workshop, but I've bought a house and a car from all the money I made and my house is a villa with a garden in the front and back. He bought his car from a rich kid. Even though he only spent a million, that car was worth ten times.

I'm a rich guy now. Even if I don't work for years, I can still survive. And his mood got better.

Night came. Now that he had no work, Boris had more time for himself. He soaked in the bathtub, humming away happily, and he closed his eyes, enjoying his me time. But then he heard something click, and Boris quickly looked around.

His bedroom was big, and so was the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't closed, so he could see the bedroom outside, but there was nothing wrong with it. Thinking that he was hearing things, Boris went back to his bath, but then a helium balloon floated before the bathroom's entrance.

As if it was held by something invisible, the balloon glided over to him..