She Wanted Everyone to Remember Her Birthday, So I Let Them Remember It Forever Chapter 09
“I didn’t know they would take it seriously, I was just playing around!”
Millie raised her hand to strike her, but Chad kept shielding her, shouting, “This has nothing to do with Ophelia! You can’t hit her!”
This time, several owners forcefully shoved him aside. “Get the hell out of the way, idiot! Keep protecting her and see what happens!”
As the situation grew more chaotic, Mr. Valour snatched the liability waivers out of Mr. Rollins’ hands and roared, “Lock down the management office. Shut down all live streams. Anyone who tries to force Miss Lane to sign this garbage again will be handed straight over to the police.”
Outside, the sound of police sirens drew closer and closer.
Ophelia finally stopped crying. She stared fixedly at the entrance, the last remaining trace of color draining from her face.
By the time the sirens stopped outside the office, the lobby was completely packed.
Ophelia was still clutching her phone, her eyes red as she explained to her camera, “Guys, I really didn’t expect this to happen. I just wanted to bring more love to Building 18!”
Before she could finish, an officer stepped forward and blocked her lens. “Stop filming. You do realize you’re breaking the law, don’t you?”
Ophelia’s hand trembled. Just as she tried to save the stream, a notification popped up on her
screen.
[Account suspected of leaking private addresses and security information. The live stream has been banned, and the playback has been retained for evidence.]
The expression on her face completely froze. “Why are you banning me? I didn’t steal anything!”
Millie gasped for air in pure rage. “You didn’t steal it, but my jewelry is gone! Who posted my apartment number and the password all over the internet?”
Ophelia’s lips trembled, but before she could even start crying, two more security guards from the front gate rushed into the office.
One of them held up a phone, his face pale. “Mr. Valour, there are over a dozen more people outside. They say they saw a post in a local community group. They’re asking to enter Building 18 for a tour
and pictures.”
Mr. Valour grabbed the phone. The screen displayed a screenshot from a group chat titled:
[Ophelia’s Birthday Princess Challenge Route]
Below it, the details of the Building 18 owners were laid out with frightening clarity-which elevators to use, which units had been opened, which apartment belonged to newlyweds, which had a kids’ room, which had construction materials piled inside, and someone had even noted that unit
1602 probably contained gold jewelry.
When Millie saw those words, her legs went weak and she nearly collapsed.
“We’re completely ruined. How do they even know where I keep my things?”
The young mother cradled her baby, weeping and shaking. “My daughter’s photo has already been forwarded to that group, and the nameplate on her headboard wasn’t even blurred out!”
Ophelia immediately shook her head. “That group has nothing to do with me! I have so many followers, I can’t control what they do!”
Chad still stood like a shield in front of her. “She’s terrified too. Stop blaming everything on her.”
I looked at him coldly. “Since you’re so eager to protect her, why don’t you pay for everyone’s
losses yourself?”
Chad’s expression shifted, and he kept his mouth shut.
Right then, the technician suddenly looked up. “The visitor logs at the front gate are being deleted.”
Mr. Valour snapped his head toward Mr. Rollins. The manager’s face was completely white, and he bolted toward the back door, only to be instantly intercepted by security.
His voice cracked in sheer panic. “I was just clearing out invalid data! I did it to put the owners’ minds at ease. You have no right to stop me!”
The technician turned his laptop screen toward the crowd.
[Deletion Action Account: Property Manager Daniel Rollins. Deleted Content: Today’s temporary visitor logs for Building 18, security clearance notes, and screenshots of external license plates.]
Mr. Valour’s face turned black with rage. “Even now, instead of finding a solution, you’re deleting records? How did you ever become a manager? Do you have rocks in your head?”
“And the security staff, what’s wrong with you all? Why were you letting absolutely anyone inside?”
