Chapter 556
Chapter 556:
The netizens wasted no time digging up the prices of the two bottles.
They cost millions. Absolutely staggering.
Still, curiosity buzzed: which vintage was Roderick flashing around this time?
Moments later, Roderick’s response lit up the feed.
“One bottle is priced at eight million, and the other at three million p>
It was a direct, almost smug answer to the flood of questions.
The netizens were floored, shaking their heads at the sheer absurdity of it all. The world of the wealthy was truly unfathomable.
“Even if I emptied my savings, I wouldn’t afford a glass of that wine,” someone commented.
Another chimed in with playful desperation. “Roderick, are you hiring? I can work as a waiter at Blue Star p>
Re𝖼о𝘮𝗆𝖾n𝗱 t𝗈 yo𝘶𝗿 𝘧𝘳𝗂e𝗇𝖽ѕ
With practiced charm, Roderick replied, “Welcome to join us p>
To him, it was harmless fun—just simple banter with fans, a small ego boost.
But then, the unexpected happened: his two posts rocketed to the top of the trending charts.
At first, Roderick didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation. The sudden wave of nearly a hundred thousand new followers only fed his excitement.
Meanwhile, casual scrollers, spotting the trending hashtags, assumed they were ads for a luxury liquor brand.
But when they clicked in, what they found was juicy gossip instead.
The entire internet was buzzing, stunned by the audacious spending of that mysterious wealthy woman.
Rebecca, however, eyed the trending topics with mild disdain. To her, the headlines lacked bite. There was nothing there that truly screamed scandal.
But it hardly mattered, as Blue Star was already a trending sensation. Rebecca knew that when she finally exposed the scandal involving Gabriela and Fiona, it would ignite a nationwide frenzy.
Just as she was preparing to pour more money into boosting exposure, a new headline detonated across the internet:
“Blue Star Shuts Down p>
Moments ago, netizens had been joking about applying for jobs there. Now, confusion rippled through them as they flooded Roderick’s Twitter, demanding answers.
Roderick knew the whole story.
Wesley had sent in a small army of bodyguards, who swiftly uncovered the stash of drugs and tipped off the police. Ordinarily, the club’s owner had enough influence to smooth things over quietly. But against Wesley, there was no winning.
Blue Star was shut down. Permanently.
Roderick seethed at Marcus, blaming him for the disaster, but fear clawed at him too.
If Wesley decided to target him next, his life would be over.
In a panic, he wiped his posts, locked down his comments, and vanished from the public eye.
Yet silence didn’t last long. While Roderick hid, a netizen leaked insider details.
He claimed to be a former male companion at Blue Star and laid out the bare bones of the club’s shutdown.
“The whole mess started,” he wrote, “when a certain heir’s fiancée walked into Blue Star as a guest and requested our top escort. He stormed in later, flanked by over a hundred bodyguards, catching them red-handed. The scene was so terrifying that anyone would have been shaking. In the end, Blue Star was closed down p>