She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
It was one minute to eight.
She let out a slow breath, pulled her legs up, wrapped one arm around them, rested her chin on her knees, and then used her phone to open Cool Ridge Media, pasting and searching the copied room number.
Zero...
Unexpectedly, Zero was willing to appear for Nora Scott.
I wonder if Zero will show his true face in today's live broadcast.
She clicked in.
Right at eight o'clock, the live broadcast started.
A figure flickered on the screen.
In that instant, Sophie Scott felt like her throat was being squeezed, a bucket of cold water poured over her head, stifling her breathing and leaving her body cold.
How could it be...
How could it be?!
*
In a TV station, a lounge room.
Before eight o'clock, Clement Winter quickly finished recording and dashed back to the lounge.
"Before I come out, no one can come in! Got it?!"
