In the living room, Paige Yorke was tightly clutching Vivian Sinclair's hand.
"Vivian, staying with you has been a real eye-opener. This experience is even more shocking than when I was chasing celebrities back in the day."
Vivian Sinclair picked up the glass of water on the coffee table.
She took a delicate sip; the temperature was perfect.
She raised her eyes to her friend, her tone calm yet laced with curiosity.
"What's wrong? You look like you just witnessed an alien landing."
Paige Yorke exaggeratedly slapped her thigh, making a loud "smack."
"Before, whenever I saw him at banquets, his face was as cold as a marble statue. Just a glance from him could freeze your blood. Who would dare talk to him? Or even get close? But here, not only can he talk, he's even telling jokes? I seriously wonder if I accidentally ate some poisonous mushrooms and started hallucinating."
The whole thing just now felt so absurd, it hardly seemed real.
