"I didn't do anything!" William protested.
"Then let's check the surveillance footage!"
Natalie's voice was calm but firm. Just hearing it made cold sweat drip down William's forehead. But then, he glanced upward—and a look of relief washed over him. There was no surveillance camera pointing at his spot. The nearest one was over ten meters away and could only catch a blurry glimpse of him brushing past the waitress.
Just as he was feeling secretly smug, a girl suddenly stood up and said, "No need to check. I already recorded everything."
It was Madison.
Natalie had asked her to keep an eye on William, and she had done just that. Not only had she watched closely, but she had also streamed it live.
"Someone tipped me off that this guy might stir up trouble tonight. I didn't know if it was true, but I figured, why not broadcast it anyway?" she said.
The netizens in her live stream, bored and eager for drama, had chimed in one after another.
