True Tycoon Her Empire, Her Rules

Chapter 175

The production crew at “Ghostly Guidance” had been well aware of the buzz surrounding their show on the forums. They knew that some viewers harbored skepticism towards the paranormal themes they explored, but given the sensitive nature of their content, they never promoted anything too overtly, preferring to keep things ambiguous.

When they decided to go live, they anticipated the kind of questions that would come up.

After some discreet inquiries following a tip—off from an anonymous source, Baily and the folks at Limelight Productions confirmed that neither the Morgans nor the Bryants were protecting the show. To their surprise, it seemed to be an official stance.

This revelation was quite intriguing to them and hinted at something unexpected — the higher—ups weren’t opposed to the exploration of the mystical.

Realizing this, Baily felt a newfound sense of confidence, which set the stage for today’s live interaction.

“Let's address the first question on everyone’s mind: does the show have a script? | think it’s best if our guests shed some light on this,” Ned said from off-camera, giving the panelists the go—ahead to speak candidly.

Kane, the most esteemed guest, took the lead. “Is there a script? The answer is no,” he said with a chuckle. “If there were, we wouldn't have had so many unexpected incidents in the last couple of episodes.”

Candace, smiling at his comment, added wistfully, “I wish there was a script. That way, | might have a little more presence every time | appear on the show.”

Being a complete novice in the realm of the esoteric, she often found herself silently listening to Winnie and Mervin’s explanations.

Mervin, ever the straight shooter, simply answered the questions as they came. “No script here.”

Gentry, who always had a knack for quips, used a popular meme to express his sentiments, “Could we be any more oblivious to a script?”

After the others had their say, it was Winnie's turn. Finding that most things had already been covered, she succinctly said, “that’s right.”

The guests were momentarily taken aback before their expressions turned to amusement as the live chat went into a frenzy. “Classic Winnie! That’s some cryptic wit right there!”

“LOL, I’m convinced there’s no script — she wouldn’t get away with two words if there were!”

“Miss Bryant, do you get paid by the word when you're on air?”

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“Guys, don’t bother about the beauty’s business!”

“My silence is profound, right now!”

“She might be brief, but my love for her is long!”

As the live chat continued to jest, Candace couldn’t help but join in, “Winnie, that was a bit too efficient for an answer!” Kane, curious, teased her, “I've heard that Mystical Sects sometimes practice a vow of silence. Is that why you’re so concise?”

He looked serious, but the playful undertone was clear. However, before Winnie could respond, Mervin earnestly clarified, “A vow of silence is part of Buddhist practice, but Ms. Bryant doesn’t come from that tradition.”

Gentry, catching the subtle dynamic, inquired, “You seemed familiar with each other when you first met. Had you known each other before?”

“Not at all,” Mervin replied.

“We do,” said Winnie, almost simultaneously, leading to some curious glances from the others.

Mervin looked at Winnie, clearly unaware of when they had become acquainted.

Unfazed, Winnie explained, “I’ve heard about you from the Caretaker of Breeze Monastery. So, we're indirectly acquainted.”

Although they had been on the show together for a couple of episodes, their interactions had been limited to brief exchanges, as the production team kept them focused on the tasks at hand. But now, the viewers were relishing this personal chatter, hoping to catch some juicy

tidbits.

Gentry, sensing the audience’s enthusiasm, smoothly took over the hosting duties from Ned. Being a seasoned mystical streamer himself, he was adept at managing the flow and interaction of the live broadcast.

“A viewer named ‘BlueBunny’ is asking if you all knew about Naylor's situation beforehand or if you spotted it on the spot. How did you figure it out?”

Mervin, who had been the first to refuse to work with Naylor, answered without hesitation, “It was apparent at first glance. He was weighed down by a heavy karmic debt and was shrouded in a dark aura and resentment.”

Gentry hadn't spotted it himself during the last show and, now playing host, didn’t vie to showcase his own insights. Instead, he turned to Winnie, inviting her to share her perspective.

Winnie guessed that Mervin hadn’t seen things as clearly as she had, and since their conversation in the mirrored realm had been aired, there wasn’t much point in holding back

now. “Yes, he had the spirits of five girls clinging to his back. It was quite evident.” 2/3

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Chapter 175 “Do you have the sight?” Mervin asked, intrigued.. Winnie nodded, “Something like that.”

Mervin had suspected as much, and at her confirmation, he looked at her with an intense gaze that hinted at... envy. The sight, even among Mystical Sects, was a rare gift.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, some practitioners could develop the ability later in life, but for people like him, sensing spiritual presences was as far as it went — seeing them required the aid of talismans and rituals.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for those like Winnie who were born with the so-called “sixth sense.” His gaze, unshielded and open, sent the audience in the live stream into fits of laughter.

“It was the first time I'd seen such an animated expression on Mervin’s face!” “Envy was written all over his eyes; he wanted it so badly!” “It was just a “sixth sense,” for crying out loud! It wasn’t like he was asking for the moon! Just give it to him!”

Someone even wrote a story: “Without a moment's hesitation, Winnie pretended to rip out her cornea and handed it over, saying, ‘Here you go, bro! If you want it that bad, it’s all yours!“" Candace and the others were alright, but Mervin, who doesn’t usually use internet, couldn't help but bug out his eyes when he read the comments scrolling up the screen.

He was the picture of utter bewilderment. Perhaps his dazed look was too much, as it triggered a rare burst of laughter among the other guests.

The hour of Q&A flew by quickly, with Gentry taking charge of the hosting duties. He was on such a roll that he bypassed the actual host, Ned, and turned straight to the camera to announce, “Coming up next is our live call-in help segment. The production team will be initiating a draw, randomly selecting one viewer for a live link-up. Are you guys ready at home?”

“Get set, because our draw countdown starts now! Three, two, one...!” Meanwhile, Ned stood there, speechless and bewildered.

Those were my lines as a host! He thought