Noelle quickly recovered the deleted hotel footage. Holding the video, a smirk touched her lips. Xenia’s lies were about to be exposed. Then, a message from Frank: "Talked to Xenia. She's quiet now."

Noelle scoffed. Frank’s casual dismissal of Xenia’s actions was infuriating. She deleted his contact. It was long overdue.

That evening, during her livestream, the troll attacks began.

“How dare you bully XenBaby?!” one screamed. “You even pushed her!”

Calmly, Noelle responded, “Xenia’s lying.”

“Prove it!” a voice challenged. “We saw her get hurt!”

A gift alert flashed: Team Luminark. Lucas. The same Lucas who’d hated her guts the night before. A private message popped up: “Apologize, and I’ll testify.”

Noelle laughed. “Get lost!”

Lucas slammed his keyboard. “This is your fault! Frank wanted me to help, but you’re impossible!”

Ignoring him, Noelle announced to her stream, “I have the surveillance footage. I’ll upload it now.” She did, then seamlessly transitioned to a ranked match.

Her gameplay was brutal, efficient. The chat erupted.

“SweetNelly’s on fire!”

“She’s obliterating everyone! Someone’s got her riled up.”

“She’s a total match killer!”

Noelle effortlessly climbed the rankings, reaching the top ten before pausing for a drink. Then, a message from Rachel: “Xenia deleted her comments. Says it was a misunderstanding.”

Xenia’s name appeared in the chat – XenBaby – followed by a gift and a sarcastic apology. “It was all a misunderstanding, Noelle! I’m sorry!”

Noelle’s reply was icy. “If you know you’re wrong, leave. My stream isn’t your pity party.”