A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Mason wiped off the sweat on his forehead as he stammered into the phone, “I-I’m sorry. The game should never have picked up on the hack in the first place. I have no idea how their bots managed to detect it. Mr. Wayne, please give me a bit more time. I swear I can create a new account and become the highest ranked player in the game by the end of this season.”

“F*ck you! Do you think this is a matter of ranking? My account is worth millions! What makes you think that creating a new account is enough to compensate for my losses?”

Mason swallowed nervously and asked, “T-Then, how do I fix this?”

“How? Money, of course! Two million, and not a dime less!”

“Two million?” Mason gasped, struggling to come up with a coherent reply. “I’m just an ordinary Joe. How am I supposed to come up with two million?”

“That’s your problem, not mine. If I don’t see that money in my account by midnight, I’ll see you in court!”

His caller hung up without giving Mason a chance to reply.

Mason slumped in his chair. He regretted how he had allowed his greed to blind him into challenging the highest-ranked player in the game. All this just so I could get an extra three hundred thousand more…

the game was a result of his hard work.

too late

blankly for a while, Mason suddenly recalled the company who had sold him

it! I could contact them and claim

immediately dialed

however,

as Mason was about to

discovered the hacks you sold me and took my account off the server

just about to look for

in confusion, “What do you

Mason had been. “Your hacking incident has become public knowledge. The developers traced your hacks to us, and they’re planning to sue us! We’re looking at

of

Mason added in disbelief, “I’m just a normal gamer like everyone else. Why would the developers of a game as famous as PUBG take notice

“F*ck you!”