Constantine Stewart's sudden approach made Chloe Winston feel like her breath was constricted, the spot on her forehead that he touched felt like it was burning.
Chloe's big, dark eyes darted around, she quietly took a step back, getting closer to the door, and then her phone vibrated.
She unlocked her phone with her fingerprint and realized she had been so busy in the exhibit hall earlier that she hadn't checked her phone. Calls, WeChat messages, all sorts of notifications were practically bursting.
The latest message on WeChat was from Charles Taylor: "Don't leave through the front door, I'm waiting at the back entrance of the venue."
Chloe: "???"
Kyla Zamora had also called several times; unable to reach her, she had bombarded Chloe on WeChat.
"Chloe, did you run off to volunteer? Don't you know you're a public figure? Do you know how high your appearance fee is per day?"
"Are you at Leah Squire's venue? Mm, do your volunteer work well."
