Spoiling the Obsessed

Chapter 53: A Funny Prank

The evening ceremony for the nation's top business leaders award was about to commence at 7pm. As the current audience favorite, Evan Nolan was scheduled to take the stage last.

When it was finally his turn, Olivia and Damien sat side-by-side on the bed, their eyes fixed on the laptop projecting the live stream.

Applause erupted as Evan appeared on screen, instantly setting the comment section ablaze:

"My husband!"

"My husband is so handsome! I want to have your babies!"

"Oh my, I must have stumbled into the wrong live channel - I thought this was a beauty pageant, not a corporate leadership contest? How can a gorgeous young stud like him really be a CEO, not a celebrity heartthrob?"

For a moment, praises for Evan Nolan overwhelmed the comment section.

Then a figure strode up to the podium, and a rich baritone voice boomed: "Good evening everyone, I'm from Nolan Medical Group - pppprrrrttt."

A distinct fart cut through the air!

The comments euphorically chanting "My husband!" came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had hit the pause button. Evan's expression instantly froze, but he quickly regained his composure, readjusting his demeanor.

"Good evening, I'm Evan Nolan, the current CEO of Nolan Medical - pprrrrttt pprrrrttt."

Two more farts escaped in succession.

His gentlemanly facade shattered in an instant. A flash of anger crossed Evan's face, but mustering all his self-control, he continued: "My apologies everyone, it seems I may have had an upset stomach."

His frank candor unexpectedly won him some favor from the audience.

Up on stage, Evan began his speech: "I'm honored to have this platform to exchange ideas with business leaders nationwide... pprrrrttt pprrrrttt pprrrrttt pprrrrttt pprrrrttt"

A relentless torrent of five farts left the entire audience in shock.

Realizing his flatulence showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, Evan brought the microphone up close, raising his voice in an attempt to overpower the farts.

But it was no use.

Suddenly, he released an elegant, melodious fart, its pitch undulating exquisitely.

This time, the comment section erupted into utter chaos:

"Hahaha, some men's idols are truly 'idols' - Fart Idols that is, able to make even farting seem seductive and alluring!"

"Is this the pinnacle of human masculinity? A masterly command of farts coupled with grandiose bluster!"

"While others simply fart, you elevate it into an art form of sublime refinement! We are unworthy!"

"I was literally eating my dinner, only to put down my utensils and instead savor the experience of your...flatulence. God help this lost soul!"

Olivia burst into uncontrollable laughter at the comments flooding the screen. Lightly nudging Damien beside her, she giggled, "Isn't this just hilarious, my darling?"

Watching her merry expression, Damien felt the resentment that had been weighing on him gradually dissipate. Probing her with curiosity, he asked, "Liv, you did this?"

Olivia nodded with a sly grin, "Yeah, and he never saw it coming!"

She explained, "When I went downstairs earlier, I grabbed one of the small glass vials used at this hospital, filled it with a special concoction, and sealed it with a cork stopper."