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…

result of his hard

too late for any

while, Mason suddenly recalled the company who had sold

I could contact them and claim damages worth two

reignited, Mason immediately dialed the number

however, went

to

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

We were just about to look for you when you came knocking on our

confusion, “What

phone sounded far more agitated than Mason had been. “Your hacking incident has become public knowledge. The developers traced

It’s all because of you

would the developers of a game as famous as PUBG take notice of me? Maybe

“F*ck you!”