"You know about it too?"
"Yeah."
Nora Scott searched through the vanity table and found a face mask, planning to pamper her skin before sleep.
"So I'm not dreaming?"
"Mhm."
"..."
Laura Collins remained silent on her side.
Turning on the speakerphone and placing the phone aside, Nora Scott tore open the face mask and applied it to her face.
When the mask was perfectly applied without a single wrinkle, Laura Collins slowly came to her senses and started speaking, "Editors and peers just blew up my phone, even UU called to ask, everyone is guessing if I have some kind of secret relationship with Zero."
Still out of it and feeling unreal, Laura Collins managed to act quite composed—calm, cool, and collected.
While saying, "I don't know Zero," her calmness suggested a hint of "I'm just being discreet."
Now her peers' imaginations went wild, almost labeling her as "the woman behind Zero."
"Oh."
Nora Scott's response was perfunctory and dismissive.
