Chapter 15 A Cash Draw

Queen Ziana: [The number of my followers has reached ten million. Here is a gift for my followers. It is a cash draw! Follow, repost, and comment on this post. At 24:00, ten lucky netizens will be drawn to share two million dollars! PS: netizens who satire and curse me in the comments will be disqualified from joining the draw. I am rich, but not sick.] There would be ten people to share two million dollars equally, so each of them would get two hundred thousand dollars! What a rich girl! She was simply interested in showing that she had money! It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the draw would start in seven hours. For people who were lucky, they would live a different life in seven hours! The comments immediately exploded. Even Instagram crashed frequently, and many people couldn't open the page at all. "Two hundred thousand dollars is falling from the sky! Mommy, look at me! Mommy, I love you! Mommy, mommy!" " Ha-ha, Miss Scott is straight and bold. She has strong likes and dislikes. Her sentence 'I am rich, but not sick!' is awesome!" "I am praying! Please bless me for winning the money! I promise to do good deeds every day in the future!" "I've seen a lot of kindhearted people on Instagram, but this is the first time I've seen a person who shares her money!" "Haters, please keep blackening her. Don't say anything against your will. And don't repost this post!" "What if I repost it? I just want to see if she can afford to give two million dollars! Hope she doesn't just brag!" "Do you believe what you made up?" Netizens were in the middle of a huge carnival, and they aptly called this day "Apology Day", "Miss Scott Day", and "God of Wealth Day". In less than half an hour after what she posted on Instagram, the number of comments Ziana received reached a new record, and her active fans outnumbered those of the popular stars. At the same time, in the CEO's office of the Lewis Company. After Ziana hung up the phone, Boris checked Instagram from time to time to pay attention to Ziana's Instagram feed. Boris was waiting for Ziana to beg him for help, but he didn't expect that she could let the three brands clarify for her. It seemed that after the divorce, Ziana lived a chic and extravagant life. Boris thought Ziana spent her 20 million dollars on it. Boris thought that when Ziana had been his wife, she had pretended to be gentle and sweet, which had made her look like a perfect wife. But now, they divorced. So, she didn't bother to pretend. She just had 20 million dollars. If she continued spending money in this way, she would use it soon. In fact, she had no money, so it was fine that she bragged about fooling netizens occasionally. Why did she hold a cash draw? And she planned to give away two million dollars. Others praised her on the Internet for being rich and beautiful. So, she really thought she was and forgot that she was just someone coming from a poor place. Why did she do something she actually couldn't do? Boris held his expensive pen firmly, and the veins on the back of his hand were very obvious. Nell coughed lightly. "Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott's counterattack is very powerful. At present, public opinion is completely one-sided. I'm afraid it's unrealistic to let Miss Scott quit the program group. She is so popular that the director will coax her to let her continue to join in the show." "I know it." Boris rolled his eyes at Nell, threw the pen, and leaned back on the chair. "Her life seems to be quite luxurious recently, and her whole body is full of luxury. She must use up the 20 million dollars soon. Do you think she can still take out the two million dollars?" If she couldn't, Boris thought he would mock her when she turned to him. "Uh..." Nell thought he had to make Mr. Lewis realize the fact. "Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott's paid video on Tik Tok has already been clicked and played by six million people. Although it only takes 0.2 dollars to click and play the video, after six million people do it, there will be 1.2 million dollars. Besides, there are 3 hundred thousand downloads, and it takes two dollars to download. So, she can make almost one million dollars for one video." "Really?" Boris' face darkened a little. "Yes." Nell admired Ziana for her success in being an influencer. "Miss Scott is the most successful internet celebrity in monetizing her popularity." Boris snorted, and he didn't know how he really felt now. At this moment, Zezili called. "You helped Ziana in time. So, I'll allow you to be the president of the company still! By the way, I haven't seen Ziana for a long time. You invite her to come home. She has a live broadcast tomorrow. After she finishes, you invite her to directly come home." Every time Zezili called Boris, he treated Boris as if Boris was his subordinate. After Zezili gave the order, he hung up the phone. Boris didn't bother to guess whether he was Zezili's biological grandson. He pursed his lips and called Ziana. He didn't want to call Ziana. He was forced to do it by Zezili. Otherwise, as a man who was already engaged, he wouldn't want to have anything to do with his ex-wife. However, the call was immediately hung up. He called and was hung up several times. "Does she have poor reception?" Boris frowned and muttered to himself. "Or does her phone not work?" Nell was close to Boris, so he naturally heard everything. Seeing Mr. Lewis's puzzled face, Nell bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Lewis, is there a possibility that you are put on the blacklist by Miss Scott?" "No way," Boris said without thinking. "She won't do it." Boris thought Ziana liked him so much that she wouldn't be willing to put him on the blacklist. Boris raised his eyebrows and confidently dialed again. However, this time, there was still the cold beep. He threw the phone on the table with a stern face, stared at it for a while, and suddenly said, "Nell! Give me your phone!" Nell hurriedly passed the mobile phone respectfully. Boris used Nell's mobile phone to call Ziana, and after it rang for two seconds, the call was connected quickly. "Who is that?" A lazy female voice sounded. It was from Ziana. Boris gritted his teeth and questioned hard, "Ziana, how dare you put me on the blacklist?" The roaring male voice came through the microphone, and almost shattered Ziana's eardrums. Ziana only had one so violent man in her memory. Ziana put him on speakerphone, held the phone a little farther away, and asked word by word, "Mr. Lewis, mind your manners." "What?" "Beep..." When Boris realized the phone was hung up, he was so angry that he was about to throw out the phone. Seeing this, Nell coughed lightly and hurriedly reminded, "Mr. Lewis! That's... my cell phone!"