Chapter 162 

For the past few days, because Carson had to undergo surgery, Grace had not drawn comics properly for a few days. She had to update it today. 

As soon as Grace returned home, she turned off her phone and drew seriously. 

By the time he finished updating, it was already eleven o’clock at night. Only then did Grace turn on her phone. 

Suddenly, she received a message on her phone. [Your work, “She Came From the Dust” received a tip of 100,000 gold coins.] 

Grace stared at the zeros and counted them carefully five times. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the name of the work. It was indeed her comics. There was no mistake. 

Grace considered 100,000 gold coins to be a substantial amount. 

dollars. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this generous indivo put it differently, it was akin to two thousand 

had mistakenly tipped the wrong person. 

She directly replied to the reader whose nickname was a full stop in the comments section. 

“Did you tip the wrong person?” 

The reader did not reply to her, but in less than five seconds, she received another tip notification. 

The other party tipped her another two thousand dollars. 

Grace was dumbfounded. This reader was using his actions to tell her that he did not reward her wrongly. He was rewarding her. 

She checked the other party’s information and realized that his account was a new account. She was the only comic on the bookshelf, and the comments were empty. 

She thought for a moment and replied, “Thank you, but you don’t have to spend so much money.” 

She sent her message, but he still didn’t get any reply. 

However, after a few seconds, she received ten tips in a row. Each of them was two thousand dollars. 

The platform’s single tip limit was only two thousand dollars. She wondered if this big shot would spend 200 thousand dollars if there was no upper limit. 

Grace’s heart was pounding. She felt like she was going to be crushed by money. 

Her fingers were trembling as she held the phone. This big shot rewarded her just because of a disagreement. 

Because of this big shot’s tipping, her comics became popular on the platform. The tipping rankings, collection rankings, and reading rankings came one after another. 

The comments section was extremely lively. 

At exactly that moment, in the master bedroom of the Francis estate, Brian lay on the bed with his phone in hand. He observed as comments accumulated one by one below. Some discussed her comics, others the plot, and a segment of people tagged him, urging him to exercise restraint. 

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Suddenly, a bad comment jumped into his line of sight. 

“The plot is plain and not exciting enough.” 

Brian frowned and replied, “Scram if you don’t want to see it.” 

Although this comics was mostly positive, there were still a few people who liked to be picky. 

Brian never hesitated to fire back with venomous replies whenever he came across negative comments. 

On the other side, Grace was also scrolling through the comments. She thought that the other party must have gone crazy and sent gifts randomly. When she saw the other party criticizing the readers who gave bad reviews one by one, she realized that the other party was really looking at her comics seriously. 

Seeing the other party’s comments, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. 

However, as she read, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the other party’s words. 

Grace tried to reply to him again, but he still did not receive a reply. 

The other party scolded all the readers who had given him bad reviews. Only when the other party did not dare to say anything else did the comments section finally quieten down. 

At this moment, she received five more tips. 

Then, the world returned to calmness. Grace looked at the time. It was almost midnight. 

Grace lay on the bed. Because of the tip, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. 

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