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To perform the dance, Naomi actually went out of her way to change into a flowing hanfu outfit.

The elegant white-and-blue robes draped around her figure beautifully, and paired with her delicate features, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Luca leaned comfortably against the headboard, staring at the livestream on his phone with genuine anticipation.

For the first few seconds, everything looked promising.

Then the music started.

And Luca’s expression slowly froze.

The problem wasn’t that Naomi danced badly.

The problem was that what she was doing barely qualified as dancing.

The movements were stiff, awkward, and completely disconnected from the rhythm. If someone claimed she was performing an entirely different activity, most people would probably believe it.

The result was immediate.

The livestream chat exploded.

"Hahaha! Sober Tiger Bro, do you regret your decision now?"

"I was literally about to go to the bathroom. Streamer, why would you show me this?"

"Day 1 of the 365-Day NoFap Challenge."

"If you call this dancing, I don’t believe it."

"But if you call it a lion dance, I’m convinced."

"Oh my god. The streamer is performing a pole dance online haha. Where are the moderators?"

The barrage of comments flew across the screen so quickly that it became difficult to read them all.

Two and a half painfully long minutes later, the performance finally ended.

Luca sat there in complete silence.

The dance itself had been catastrophic.

But somehow...

It was incredibly entertaining.

In fact, thanks to the comedy value alone, the stream had become noticeably more active than before.

Even occasional small gifts from viewers began appearing.

Sugar cubes.

Flowers.

Cheap virtual gifts.

It wasn’t much, but it was a huge improvement compared to earlier.

Luca opened the gift menu.

Then he started clicking.

[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×1]

[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×2]

[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×3]

...

[Sober Tiger gifted Super Fire ×10]

Ten consecutive Super Fires.

A total value of two thousand dollars.

The entire livestream exploded.

"Holy crap! Big Boss is generous!"

"Two thousand dollars without blinking!"

"Sober Tiger Boss, you’re confused! How was that dance worth two thousand?"

"Bro, do you need a leg accessory? I’m two hundred pounds and only cost two thousand!"

Even Naomi was stunned.

The dazzling gift effects covered almost the entire screen.

Then a bright smile blossomed across her face.

After the platform took its share, she would still receive around one thousand dollars.

At the very least, next month’s rent was no longer a problem.

Could today really be her lucky day?

This morning, Luca had given her a luxury watch worth over twenty thousand dollars.

And now, at night, this mysterious viewer named "Sober Tiger" had sent two thousand dollars worth of gifts.

Suddenly, Naomi blinked.

A thought flashed through her mind.

’Sober Tiger...’

Her eyes widened.

’Wait.’

’Could he be that guy from earlier...’

Naomi immediately grabbed her phone and opened WeChat.

A message quickly appeared on Luca’s screen.

Naomi Monroe: "Luca, is that you?"

Seeing the notification pop up, Luca couldn’t help smiling.

It seemed the little streamer wasn’t quite as slow as he thought.

Luca Hale: "Yeah. I saw your post and decided to come take a look."

A few seconds later, her reply arrived.

Naomi Monroe: "Hehe, thanks for coming to support me, but don’t send gifts anymore. It’s a waste of money."

Naomi wasn’t some naïve teenager.

She knew exactly how hard it was for ordinary people to earn money.

Many people couldn’t save two thousand dollars even after months of work.

Unfortunately for her, Luca happened to be earning money every time he spent it.

Luca Hale: "It’s fine. Just pocket change."

Luca Hale: "Consider it payment for watching the ’dance’."

The moment Naomi read that message, she almost exploded.

Naomi Monroe: "Hmph!"

Naomi Monroe: "You’re the one who asked me to dance!"

Naomi Monroe: "And now you’re making fun of me!"

Naomi Monroe: "You’re the worst! The worst! The worst!"

Luca chuckled.

Even through the screen, he could imagine her puffing up her cheeks in anger.

Luca Hale: "Alright, alright."

Luca Hale: "I’ll treat you to a meal next time."

Seeing that message, Naomi’s anger instantly weakened.

In truth, she was more touched than upset.

After all, she had only casually posted her streaming schedule.

Yet Luca had actually remembered it, downloaded the platform, watched her stream, and even supported her with so many gifts.

A dangerous thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.

’Could it be...’

’Do I really have to give myself to him someday?’

The idea scared Naomi so badly that she nearly dropped her phone.

A blush spread rapidly from her neck all the way to her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the livestream audience noticed immediately.

"The streamer checked her phone and started blushing."

"Something happened."

"Private messages from Sober Tiger Boss?"

"It has to be!"

"Nooooo! The streamer has fallen in love! I’ve lost my chance!"

"The guy above is taking the internet too seriously."

"I don’t love the streamer."

"I love Sober Tiger Boss."

"Oh? So you’re a girl?"

"As long as Sober Tiger Boss likes it, I can become a girl too. (Shy)"

Luca nearly choked.

Sober Tiger: "That’s insane."

The internet really was full of weird people.

No matter where you went, there were always jokers lurking around.

After that, Naomi sang several more songs.

Her voice was genuinely pleasant, soft and clear like flowing water.

Luca listened comfortably while continuing to send gifts.

Before he knew it, he had spent the remaining few thousand dollars sitting in his account.

Naturally, this caused the viewers to practically worship him.

Private messages flooded in almost immediately.

Several female streamers even invited him to visit their channels.

Luca ignored every single one.

He didn’t know any of them.

Besides, what if there was actually a catfish hiding behind the camera?

Wouldn’t that be a massive loss?

Eventually, after spending enough money, Luca prepared to log off.

Before leaving, he typed one final message.

Sober Tiger: "Giving gifts is tiring."

Sober Tiger: "That’s it for today."

Sober Tiger: "We’ll have a meal together another day."

For a brief moment, the livestream went silent.

Then it exploded harder than ever.

"This is what rich people sound like?"

"’Giving gifts is tiring.’"

"I want to be tired too, but my wallet disagrees."

"Forget the gifts. Did nobody notice he said they’re having a meal together?"

"So what? He spent thousands. Having a meal is normal."

"Today it’s a meal."

"Tomorrow it’ll be making noodles."

"LMAO."

"My Little Luca is about to become Little Naomi."

"Holy crap, the person above is completely unhinged."

Meanwhile, Luca put down his phone and stretched lazily.

Just then, an unfamiliar number called him.

He answered casually.

"Hello?"

A respectful male voice came through.

"Hello, President Hale. This is Jared Prince, the manager responsible for San Fierro Building."

"There are several ownership documents that require your signature. Would you have time to come by in the next few days?"

Luca raised an eyebrow.

Perfect timing.

He had already planned to visit San Fierro Building tomorrow anyway.

"Sure," Luca replied calmly.

"I’ll stop by tomorrow morning."

"Very well, President Hale."

The call ended shortly afterward.

Luca walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and poured himself a glass of red wine.

The city lights glittered below like countless stars.

Slowly swirling the wine in his hand, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Back when he worked at Horsa Advertising Company, Richard Sterling had made life difficult for him at every opportunity.

Finding fault.

Assigning impossible tasks.

Suppressing promotions.

And in the end, after Luca accidentally discovered his affair, Richard had fired him without hesitation.

Originally, Luca assumed their relationship had ended there.

But fate had a funny way of arranging things.

After all...

Horsa Advertising Company happened to be located inside San Fierro Building.

And now...

San Fierro Building belonged to him.

Luca took a slow sip of wine, amusement flickering in his eyes.

’I really wonder...’

’What kind of expression Richard Sterling will have when he sees me tomorrow?’