Chapter 347

Benjamin's fingers hovered over the keyboard, frustration bubbling inside him.

His master, Luna Sterling, had just banned him from the deep web for forty-eight hours. No matter how many times he tried to log back in, his ID remained locked.

Why? He slammed his fist against the desk.

With no other options, he switched to VeeTube and other platforms, searching for updates on the "Evelyn Whitmore Scandal."

At least the cyberbullying posts and videos had been taken down. That was something.

This should stop the situation from getting worse, he thought. But I still need to clear Evelyn's name. If I don't, she won’t be able to step outside without being recognized and harassed.

His mind drifted to Nathaniel Grayson—cold, ruthless, and entirely uninterested in anyone outside the Grayson family.

No way he’d lift a finger to help Evelyn.

Benjamin exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair.

Then it hit him.

Nathaniel has that influencer’s phone. If I can get the unedited video, I can post it online and prove Evelyn’s innocence.

But how?

A knock at the door startled him so badly that he toppled backward, chair and all.

"Mister Benjamin?" Oliver Kingsley’s voice came from the hallway. "Mister Nathaniel requests your presence in his study."

Benjamin groaned as he picked himself up off the floor. "I already finished my homework. What does he want now?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. You'll have to ask him yourself."

Grumbling, Benjamin straightened his clothes and headed toward Nathaniel’s study.

Nothing good ever came from being summoned by Nathaniel. Either a lecture or extra assignments awaited him.

Five minutes later, he stood outside the study door, frowning.

"Lucas?" He knocked. No answer.

Pushing the door open, he found the room empty.

A slow grin spread across his face.

Perfect.

He remembered seeing Nathaniel stash the influencer’s phone in the right-hand drawer of his desk.

After a quick glance around to confirm he was alone, Benjamin darted forward and yanked the drawer open.

There it was.

His fingers closed around the phone.

Now I just need to copy the video.