The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 394: Two Million, Here I Come!
However, what Mason Monroe didn’t expect was that as soon as the call connected, the other party started cursing: "You damn bastard, you destroyed my account! There were limited edition lottery outfits in there, and you fucking ruined everything!"
Mason Monroe was berated intensely and, utterly baffled, waited until the tirade stopped before asking: "Boss Warren, did you get something wrong? When did I destroy your account? I just didn’t make it to the top spot, but I got your account to third place already. Shouldn’t you be transferring the two hundred thousand to me?"
"Fuck your two hundred thousand! Do you not fucking know what happened?"
"What exactly... happened?" Mason Monroe was utterly confused.
The other party took a deep breath and said, "Log into the account and see for yourself. If you can log into the account, I’ll give you two million!"
Mason Monroe felt this was utterly baffling.
What could be so hard about logging into an account, and the boss is offering two million? The boss must be crazy, right?
But whether the boss was crazy or not, who would be idiot enough to pass up such a windfall for logging into an account?
Thinking about this, Mason Monroe didn’t dwell too much on the boss’s strange attitude and excitedly began logging into the account.
As he was logging in, Mason Monroe was already thinking about how to spend the two million once he got it.
Maybe buy Coralie Hughes a luxury car worth over a million, and then with the remaining hundreds of thousands, buy a luxury brand watch for Evan Hughes?
The more Mason Monroe thought about it, the more excited he became, even feeling like this was the pinnacle of his life.
Two million, here I come!
Mason Monroe found the chat history with the account owner and attempted to log in to the account again.
But an unexpected incident occurred. As soon as Mason Monroe clicked "log in," the computer screen didn’t enter the game page. Instead, a white box popped up.
Mason Monroe squinted his eyes in confusion and leaned closer to see what it said:
"Friendly Reminder from Battle Game: Your account has been permanently banned due to illegal use of forbidden software. If you have any objections, click here to submit your appeal."
Mason Monroe’s eager expression instantly vanished, and he stared intently at the contents of the white box, worried he had misread.
How could it be?
He bought the latest, top-tier forbidden software, and the providers had guaranteed that it wouldn’t be detected by Battle Royale’s review bots!
How could it have been detected?!
"I must have misread it! I must have misread it!"
With trembling hands, Mason Monroe forcibly closed the login page, then tried logging in again.
The second he hit login, the white box popped up again, with the same message as before, saying he had used forbidden software and was permanently banned.
As for the appeal?
No need to even think about it; once they start a manual review, they’ll definitely find out he used forbidden software.
At that moment, Mason Monroe’s mind went blank.
What to do? What was he supposed to do?
This account, owned by the account holder, was worth millions. How was a clerk with a monthly salary of six thousand supposed to compensate for that?
Suddenly, Mason Monroe felt a chill seep down his back. He reached out to touch it, only to find his back had unknowingly drenched in sweat, and his shirt felt like it could be wrung out.
"Do you see it?!" The account owner’s voice blared furiously from the phone: "You, with your fucking forbidden software, ruined my account! I want you to compensate me for this account right now! Or I’ll take you to court!"
