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 I settled into the plush leather seat of my Rolls-Royce Phantom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The press conference had been a whirlwind of flashing cameras, probing questions, and forced smiles. But it was all worth it, I reminded myself. After all, maintaining a public image was part of being the "Prince of Wealth."

My driver, Thomas, expertly navigated the crowded streets, his eyes flicking occasionally to the rearview mirror to check on me. I nodded to him, and he returned a subtle smile. We'd been together for years, and I trusted him implicitly.

As we drove, I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through social media. My picture was plastered all over the internet, accompanied by a barrage of comments. Most of them were abusive, calling me out for my wealth, my privilege, and my perceived arrogance. I'd grown accustomed to the hate, but it still stung occasionally.

One comment in particular caught my eye. "This young master dares Elvis Kain to take his wealth to the grave." The vitriol was palpable, and I felt a familiar knot form in my stomach. But then, I saw it – a response from a user named Kutie_pie3477.

"At least it's acknowledged that he has wealth, unlike you, a fat pig behind a keyboard shooting jabs at a person like Elvis." The comment was brief, but it sparked something within me. Who was this person, and why were they defending me so fiercely?

I continued scrolling, and Kutie_pie3477's comments popped up repeatedly. They were always defending me, always pushing back against the haters. I found myself intrigued by this mysterious user. What motivated them to be so passionate about my well-being?

"Thomas, take a detour," I said, my eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Where to, sir?" Thomas asked, his voice smooth as always.

"Just drive around the block. I need some time to think."

Thomas nodded, and the car turned into a quiet side street. I leaned back in my seat, my mind racing with questions. What was Kutie_pie3477's story? Were they a genuine fan, or was there something more to it?

As we drove, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to take a dramatic turn. Little did I know, Kutie_pie3477 was only the beginning.

"Thomas, can you get me more information on this username: Kutie_pie3477?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Thomas raised an eyebrow but nodded. "I'll see what I can do, sir."

He pulled out his phone and began typing away, his fingers flying across the screen. I watched him, impressed by his efficiency. Thomas had been more than just a driver to me over the years; he'd been a confidant, a friend, and a protector.

As we waited, I continued scrolling through Kutie_pie3477's comments. They were everywhere, always defending me, always pushing back against the hate. I began to feel a sense of gratitude toward this mysterious user. Who would have thought that someone like me, with all my wealth and privilege, would need a defender like Kutie_pie3477?

Thomas's voice broke the silence, "Sir, I've managed to dig up some information on Kutie_pie3477."

I leaned forward, my heart racing with anticipation. "What did you find out?"

Thomas hesitated, his expression serious. "It's not much, sir. But it seems Kutie_pie3477 is a relatively new user, created about six months ago. They're extremely active, posting comments and engaging with users across various platforms."

I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "That's interesting. What about their location?"

Thomas shook his head. "I couldn't pinpoint their exact location, sir. They're using a VPN, and their IP address is masked."

I frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment. But Thomas wasn't finished yet.

"However, sir, I did manage to find a pattern in their posting schedule. They seem to be most active during late nights and early mornings, suggesting they might be in a different time zone."

I leaned back in my seat, my eyes narrowing as I processed the information. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I had a feeling that Kutie_pie3477 was more than just a curious user. They were a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

And I was determined to uncover their secrets.

"Thomas, I want you to keep digging," I said, my voice firm. "I want to know everything about Kutie_pie3477. Who they are, what they want, and why they're defending me so fiercely."

Thomas nodded, his expression serious. "I'll do my best,