The only possibility lies with Zoe Sawyer.
Thinking about it, she was almost overwhelmed with anger, grabbed her phone, and called Zoe Sawyer directly.
Zoe Sawyer's phone rang in the living room; it seemed she hadn't left.
Just as she was about to rush out of the room to question Zoe Sawyer, Stellan Sutton's voice sounded faintly.
"Sherman?"
Eve Sherman froze all over, her grip on the bathrobe tightened.
"I'm sorry, President Sutton, I don't know what's going on right now..."
Stellan Sutton lifted the quilt, glanced over, and roughly understood what had happened.
He frowned for a long time, unable to recall what happened last night.
"Come over here first, let's talk it out clearly."
Stellan Sutton beckoned to her, gracefully got up, picked up his shirt, put it on, buttoned up, and patted the place beside him, indicating for Eve to sit.
Eve Sherman sighed silently and sat down quietly by his side.
