Chapter 272: Get Out!
Jasmine searched for the ID, found the owner of the Rolls-Royce, and started sending private messages.
"Owner of the Rolls-Royce, did you subscribe to me because you fancy me?"
"I went to your company today, but a poor guy named Noah bullied me. You have to stand up for me!"
"This guy also wants to be a streamer at Shark Live and even shamelessly came to the Shark Live headquarters!"
"Owner of the Rolls-Royce, you are the boss of Shark Live. Help me get him fired! I will be grateful to you and do anything you want!"
After sending the private message, Jasmine looked at Noah with a smug expression.
"Noah, the message has been sent. As soon as the owner of the Rolls-Royce sees it, he will definitely fire you! Your dream of becoming a streamer is over!"
"Oh." Noah nodded, taking out his phone without saying a word.
"Hmph, what are you doing with your phone? You must be feeling terrible inside, so you're using your phone to cover it up," Jasmine sneered. "Noah, if you beg me, I might consider pleading with the owner of the Rolls-Royce to not fire you."
Ding!
Just as she finished speaking, her phone beeped with a message notification.
She picked it up and saw, "Someone replied to your private message."
"The owner of the Rolls-Royce replied to me, and it was an instant reply!"
Jasmine's heart pounded with excitement, her face turning red. She opened the message and saw that it was indeed from the owner of the Rolls-Royce, but it contained only one word:
"Get out!"
"The owner of the Rolls-Royce told me to get out?"
Jasmine was dumbfounded, her expression blank. She couldn't believe that the owner of the Rolls-Royce would reply to her like this!
Then her gaze shifted. The owner of the Rolls-Royce couldn't possibly be telling her to get out. He must be telling Noah to get out!
"Noah, did you see? The owner of the Rolls-Royce is telling you to get out!"
Jasmine waved her phone screen in front of Noah, looking very pleased with herself.
"Aren't you going to leave now?"
"Shark Live is no place for someone like you. Go home and laze around! Do you think you can be a streamer?"
Noah remained motionless, smiling without saying a word.
Seeing that Noah wouldn't leave, Jasmine grew anxious and pointed at the supervisor, Hazel, giving her an order:
"You! Aren't you going to call security to throw Noah out? Your boss has already given the order for Noah to get out! Hurry up and call security!"
"I'll tell you, I am someone the owner of the Rolls-Royce fancies! If you don't follow my orders, I'll have the owner of the Rolls-Royce fire you too!"
Hearing this, the supervisor, Hazel, shook her head speechlessly, looking at Jasmine as if she were an idiot.
"This farce should end now."
Noah's playful smile disappeared. He raised his hand and waved impatiently at Jasmine.
"What do you mean?" Jasmine was puzzled.
Following Noah's signal, the supervisor, Hazel, spoke up:
"Security, throw this person out."
Immediately, four security guards walked in quickly.
"Haha, the security is here! Noah, get ready to be thrown out!"
Seeing the security guards, Jasmine laughed heartily, full of smugness. "And you, the supervisor, quite sensible. I'll send a private message to the owner of the Rolls-Royce later, telling him how you followed my orders. Maybe you'll get a promotion and a raise, and also..."
Before she could finish, her face suddenly changed:
"What are you doing!"
"Let go of me!"
The four security guards directly lifted Jasmine and carried her out.
"Let go of me!"
"You've got the wrong person! You're supposed to throw out that loser Noah!"
"Let go of me!"
Jasmine struggled continuously, but it was useless. Her voice grew distant as she was thrown out.
Thud!
Jasmine was thrown onto the main road by the four security guards.
"Ouch, it hurts so much!"
Jasmine rubbed her aching buttocks, grimacing in pain.
She was shocked and confused as to why the security guards didn't throw Noah out but threw her out instead!
"Why? These security guards are blind! How could they get the wrong person!"
Jasmine gritted her teeth in anger.
"No, I have to complain to the owner of the Rolls-Royce. I want revenge!"
"I want the owner of the Rolls-Royce to fire Noah, and not just him, but also that supervisor and those blind security guards! None of them can be spared!"
Saying this, she took out her phone, opened the Shark Live app, and prepared to send another message to the owner of the Rolls-Royce.
But as soon as she opened the app, she was stunned.
A notification appeared on the app:
"Your account has been permanently banned for violating regulations and cannot be logged in."
"Banned?"
Jasmine rubbed her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't believe she had been banned by Shark Live.
"Why? Why ban me? I'm someone the owner of the Rolls-Royce fancies. He's the boss of Shark Live!"
Jasmine stomped her feet in anger, almost going crazy.
"The boss's favorite person, and you dare to ban me? The management of Shark Live is a bunch of idiots!"
"Damn it!"
"Damn it!"
Jasmine was furious, shouting loudly.
Rumble...
The deafening sound of an engine roared as a red Maserati Queen stopped at the intersection.
"What a cool car, what brand is it?"
Jasmine's gaze fell on the car, slightly stunned.
The car had smooth lines, a stylish appearance, and looked very imposing.
But Jasmine didn't recognize the brand, as she only knew BMW, Mercedes, and Audi.
"Hmph, it's probably some domestic car worth tens of thousands. It just looks good, but its performance is definitely inferior to BMW, Mercedes, and Audi," Jasmine sneered disdainfully. "This kind of appearance is just to attract attention!"
At this moment, the car door opened, and a young man and a middle-aged man stepped out.
The young man had bright eyes and a lean face, looking handsome in his Armani suit, exuding an air of wealth.
"Handsome guy!"
Seeing the young man, Jasmine's eyes lit up.
"Forget the car, this guy is quite handsome," Jasmine thought to herself.
The middle-aged man, on the other hand, had a beer belly and a face full of wrinkles, looking around forty or fifty years old.
"Hmm?"
As soon as the young man got out of the car, he noticed a woman sitting on the road, staring at him with a greedy look.
"What is this? Does she think she can fancy me?"
The young man looked disdainful. "She should take a good look at herself in the mirror. Her face is full of acne scars, and she's so fat, disgusting."
"Zack, what's there to look at in such a woman?" The middle-aged man beside him noticed the young man's gaze and smiled.
"Indeed, a bottom-tier person who saw me driving a Maserati and looking handsome must be infatuated," the young man said indifferently. "But your Maserati Queen is really nice, with great performance and power."
