Walking into the door, Nora Scott shuffled in her slippers to the coffee table, tossed the plastic bag onto it, and then collapsed onto the sofa.
She pulled out her phone.
A few people had sent messages, which she had glanced at earlier but hadn't looked at closely.
After browsing through the messages, Nora replied to a few before finally clicking on the last chatterbox—Eleanor Taylor.
[Eleanor Taylor]: Miss Scott, do you know about God Z's lottery event? It's a first in history, don't miss it as you pass by—who knows, it might be your turn!
[Eleanor Taylor]: It's too intense! Clement Winter actually got his fans to join God Z's lottery, pledging to exchange a full set of signed albums and all tour tickets if any fan wins. His fans have gone crazy! Chasing stars to this extent, nobody does it like this.
[Eleanor Taylor]: I, Z, god! Top ten trending—occupied six spots!
[Eleanor Taylor]: [Image]
[Eleanor Taylor]: Are you there? Are you there?
