Chapter 3

This was the first time I’d seen my son since being reborn. Seeing his distressed expression, my heart ached.

But I still pushed him away, my voice cold as I warned him.

“Get out, now.”

“Mom! My teacher said gambling is illegal! You’ll go to jail! I don’t want you to go to jail!”

Leo cried, kneeling at my feet, pleading with me to stop.

“Get out!” I snapped, my voice harsh.

Leo froze, startled by my ferocity.

I had never been so harsh with him, but to make him learn his lesson about card unboxing, and for my revenge, I had to be strong. I steeled my heart, picked him up, threw him out of the room, and locked the door, ignoring his cries.

After dealing with Leo, I fought back tears and turned my attention back to the livestream.

Hearing my conflict with Leo, Chad and Tiffany seemed to find a lifeline.

Chad immediately put on a pained expression.

“EmpressGale! You’re going too far! How can you do this in front of your child! You’re teaching him to gamble! Do you have any regard for him?”

Tiffany’s eyes immediately welled up.

“Sis, please stop. Look how scared your child is. Money can be earned again, but if you lose your family, you lose everything! For your child’s sake, don’t keep going down this path!”

They instantly seized the moral high ground, portraying me as a negligent mother.

The chat exploded again.

“Gross, gambling with her kid’s money?”

“What a crazy woman! Doesn’t deserve to be a mom!”

“Streamer, call the police! This is definitely domestic abuse! Child abuse!”

I looked at the chat and smiled.

In my previous life, you said the same things.

I ignored their accusations and continued my questioning.

“Don’t be so quick to label me. Chad, answer my question first. If a million credits are spent and no card is pulled, is it a hundred-million-credit refund? Does what you advertise every day on your stream count or not? If it doesn’t, then refund me!”

Chad was pushed into a corner, knowing he couldn't just smooth things over.

He gritted his teeth, forcing a smile.

“Alright, EmpressGale! Since you’re so determined, Chad’s Box Breaks will play this game to the end!”

He slapped the table.

“I’ll unbox it for you right now! In front of hundreds of thousands of people online! If I really don’t pull two Golden Ox cards in these remaining ten thousand one hundred packs, I’ll directly pay you two hundred million! Chad’s Box Breaks always keeps his word!”

He was gambling with me.

Gambling that my next million-credit order would yield a Golden Ox.

They were also very clever. They didn’t say they’d pay me a hundred million if the next hundred packs didn’t yield a Golden Ox. Instead, they combined the two million-credit orders, betting on pulling two cards.

They could use the excuse of going to the warehouse to retrieve more packs, then secretly re-seal a Golden Ox into a pack.

If they could pull one Golden Ox from the remaining ten thousand packs, this crisis would be over.

If not, the time it took to unbox ten thousand packs would be enough for them to fake a Golden Ox card and re-seal it into a pack.

This way, the livestream could create drama while avoiding compensation.

It was their usual trick.

I looked at Chad’s face, twisted with excitement, and sneered inwardly.

Finally, I had lured him into the trap, making him live up to his streamer persona.

The real show was about to begin!