Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 469

At first, Bruce’s livestream was a total ghost town.

But that changed real quick. Someone started sharing his stream, even paid to get it trending.

Within half an hour, the place was blowing up.

The moment viewers poured in, the chat exploded.

"Not another clickbait stream, huh?"

"If this is clickbait, I swear, I'm gonna drag your ancestors into this, Bruce!"

"What’s Bruce up to now? Trying to get those views again?"

“‘Corruption’ in the title, huh? Now that’s a loaded word...”

"Oh come on, as if Bruce even knows people important enough for this!"

"Okay, but for real, this banquet hall is gorgeous. Is this some kind of luxury venue?"

The comments were flying so fast it was almost dizzying. Bruce, sitting in front of the camera, grinned and jumped in, "Hey now, don't blame me today. I got an anonymous tip and had to risk it all to bring you this. Just wait—what you’re about to see is gonna blow your minds!"

"Trust me, today's show is gonna shock you!"

The audience only got more hyped after that. Bruce sounded so sure of himself, and the rumors had already started swirling.

Maybe this was actually the real deal.

More and more people piled in, and the stream’s popularity shot through the roof.

Soon, the camera panned to the event itself—not just some random hotel. The guests at this fancy banquet started appearing on screen, one after another.

The viewers practically lost it.

“Holy crap, is that the Mayor?”

“That’s Mr. Thompson!”

“No way—that’s Justin Sanchez! I’ve seen him interviewed on the military channel before...”

“Oh my god, is that retired General Harris?”

“Wait, isn’t that Dr. Morris, the medical legend?!”

“I’m freaking out. These are all people I admire! Whose birthday party is this, seriously?”

Since it was a livestream, the camera caught all sorts of people—every one of them a big name in their field.

No one could figure out who the actual guest of honor was.

Then, suddenly, a wave of viewers started playing detective in the chat.

“Look, that’s Eric Morris! Next to him—that’s Walter Wilson!”

“That’s the CEO of Wilson Group. And the woman who just walked in is Camila Davis, one of the partners at Miracle Meds...”

No way was she letting Camila have all the glory.

Sandra was determined to turn Camila’s big birthday bash into the scandal of the year.

She could already picture the fallout: after tonight, when this story hit the news, everyone at that party would be glaring at Camila and her mentor like they’d brought down the house.

The very thought made Sandra giddy with twisted delight.

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On the other side of town, Raymond Mitchell was watching the stream with a bourbon in hand, looking mighty pleased.

Sandra Taylor really was something else. Maybe not the sharpest tool in the shed, but man, she got things done—way better than he’d expected.

Even though he knew Eric Morris wouldn’t stoop to cozying up to politicians or rich folks, that’s not what people wanted to see. With so many VIPs in one room, the public would jump straight to one conclusion: bribery.

With that kind of reputation hanging over him, Eric Morris might never clear his name.

Raymond chuckled to himself, already picturing Eric and Camila’s downfall.

He didn’t need to watch the rest of the fancy party—he was just waiting for the crash.

Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, no one had a clue what was brewing online.

Least of all, Camila Davis.

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