Account Hacked?

"Never mind, I have classes tomorrow, and there's no rush to buy a house anyway!" Caroline thought to herself, wondering how she would seduce Brentley if she actually brought him home. But her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Brentley's voice.

Caroline was stunned by Brentley's words, a strange glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Carter, are you sure you don't want to come and take a look?" Caroline asked, her voice filled with disappointment.

"No, I have other matters to attend to. I'll be leaving now," Brentley replied nonchalantly before turning and walking away.

Since Brentley wasn't in a hurry to buy a house, he saw no need to go over now. As for Caroline's thoughts, Brentley was completely oblivious.

Seeing Brentley about to leave, Caroline quickly reached out and grabbed his arm. "Mr. Carter, I'm really sorry about today. I shouldn't have said those things to you earlier..."

"It's fine. I didn't take your words to heart," Brentley said, glancing back at her indifferently. "Still, I should apologize. I'm truly sorry!" Caroline said, her voice soft and seductive as She bowed deeply, maintaining her modesty and ensuring that her clothing covered her appropriately in Brentley's view.

Brentley couldn't help but pause for a moment at the sight of her cleavage. Noticing his reaction,

Caroline felt a surge of hope. She deliberately leaned forward slightly, trying to fall into Brentley's arms.

But Caroline never expected that at this crucial moment, Brentley would simply turn around and walk away.

Losing her balance, Caroline let out a delicate cry as she fell to the ground.

Brentley, who had just dodged her, turned back at the sound and glanced at Caroline, asking softly, "Are you alright?" "I'm... I'm fine, just lost my balance for a second..." Caroline shook her head and extended her delicate hand, hoping Brentley would help her up.

However, Brentley didn't notice her gesture at all. Once he confirmed she was okay, he continued walking forward.

Caroline sat on the ground, her eyes vacant and her expression utterly devastated. She couldn't understand how someone as beautiful and charming as herself could give Brentley so many hints, yet he showed no reaction at all. "Is Brentley even a man?" Caroline shouted in frustration, her voice filled with agitation.

Vienna, who was in the sales office and witnessed the whole scene, had once asked to be Brentley's mistress, only to be flatly rejected.

This made Vienna think she wasn't even qualified to be Brentley's mistress. After all, Brentley was a super-rich heir, surrounded by beautiful women. It was normal for him to overlook an ordinary girl like her.

But Vienna never imagined that the most sexy and beautiful woman in the sales office, Caroline, would also fail in front of Brentley.

Combined with Brentley's previous actions, Vienna's curiosity about him grew immensely. She wondered what kind of person Brentley was, who could spend money so lavishly and remain so calm in the face of beauty.

Meanwhile, after leaving the sales office, Brentley hailed a cab and went straight home.

This afternoon, Brentley met with Claire, and later in the evening, they spent a long time at the sales office. By the time he got home, it was already past nine o'clock.

After getting home, Brentley quickly freshened up and then lay on his bed, playing with his phone. It was just after nine, which was the time Phoebe usually started her live stream. Brentley habitually opened the Stream-Live platform.

Upon entering the platform, Brentley noticed that about eighty percent of the streamers had added "Welcome gone with the wind !" to their room titles. It was clear that these streamers were referring to him, as his online username was "Gone with the Wind."

Back then, Brentley had used his "Gone with the Wind" account to shower Phoebe with gifts worth millions, making his presence known across the entire platform. Naturally, other streamers hoped Brentley would visit their rooms and spend lavishly.

Moreover, a large group of followers trailed Brentley on the platform. Wherever Brentley went, these followers would flock to the same streamer's room, significantly boosting the streamer's popularity.

However, Brentley wasn't interested in other streamers. He always clicked into Phoebe's live stream. Today, Phoebe was dressed as attractively and charmingly as ever, focused on singing. Thanks to Brentley's previous generous gifts, many viewers had become aware of Phoebe. Her beauty and sweet voice kept her popularity consistently high.

But as Brentley entered Phoebe's live stream room, he noticed something strange. None of his usual followers greeted him. Just a few days ago, whenever Brentley appeared in Phoebe's stream, his followers would flood the chat with "Gone with the Wind," and Phoebe would warmly welcome him. Today, however, it was as if Brentley was invisible, no one seemed to notice his presence.

But Brentley didn't think too much about it. After all, not having people constantly messaging him was a relief. Whenever he entered Phoebe's live-stream, he would get bombarded with private messages, people asking for money, wanting to be friends, inviting him to dinner, and even some female streamers sending inappropriate photos. It was a mixed bag of requests.

Ever since Brentley had spent millions on gifts for Phoebe in her live-stream, he made it a habit to drop by every night to send her some gifts to boost her popularity. However, the amounts were much smaller now, usually just a few hundred or a couple thousand dollars. Spending millions every day would be too outrageous.

Tonight, Brentley instinctively prepared to send Phoebe a few gifts before heading to bed. But when he clicked on the gift button, something strange happened. The system redirected him to the login page.

"Did I log myself out?" Brentley stared at the login screen, puzzled. He instinctively entered his username and password again and clicked login.

But the system prompted him with an incorrect password message.

"That can't be right. My password has always been my birthday. How could it be wrong?" Brentley muttered, frowning.

He had a habit of using the same password for all his accounts to avoid forgetting them. Since he didn't have much money or many friends, he never worried about someone hacking his accounts to steal from him.

A few minutes later, after repeatedly entering his password with the same incorrect result, the system prompted Brentley to provide his phone number to reset his password.

However, when he registered this account, he had done it casually and didn't bother to link his phone number. This meant he couldn't recover his account now.

After struggling for a while and still getting the incorrect password message, Brentley gave up on recovering his account. Instead, he registered a new account with the username "Past In The Wind Alt."

Anyway, there was no money in that account, so Brentley Carter wasn't too upset about losing it.

With his new account, Brentley Carter made sure to link it to his phone to prevent such things from happening again.

After setting everything up, Brentley Carter opened Phoebe's live stream, instinctively wanting to send a few gifts. But just then, a banner flashed across the screen.

"Gone with the Wind just sent five airplanes in Phoebe's live stream! Come and check it out!"

Brentley Carter froze when he saw the banner.

The viewers in Phoebe's live stream were also buzzing with excitement, repeatedly typing "Gone with the Wind" in the chat!

Brentley Carter quickly clicked on the profile of the account. To his surprise, he discovered that it was the very same account he had been unable to log into earlier!

This meant that someone else was logged into Brentley Carter's account, pretending to be him!

"I've been hacked?"

Brentley Carter stared at his phone, exclaiming in confusion.

He couldn't understand why anyone would hack his account when there wasn't a single cent in it.