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 third-highest rank in the game was a result of his hard work. He had never used

late for any

recalled the company who had sold him

contact them and claim damages

Mason immediately dialed the number of the

line, however,

was about to give up, someone answered his

He launched into an impassioned plea. “They discovered the hacks you sold me and took my account off

We were just about to look for you

in confusion, “What do

end of the phone sounded far more agitated than Mason had been. “Your hacking incident has become

tens of millions! It’s all because of you

in disbelief, “I’m just a normal gamer like everyone else. Why would the developers of a game as famous as PUBG take notice of me? Maybe they’ve already had

“F*ck you!”