F City, Kingdom Hotel.
Blake Fuller picked up a stack of organized documents, preparing to go to the city center hospital to check on Philip Carlton's recovery after surgery.
"Buzzzzz—"
The phone vibrated slightly.
He picked it up and logged into Twitter.
He saw that his only followee, "Caroline Edwin," had tweeted something at noon.
His bony fingers slid across the screen, and he saw that some netizens in the comments were excitedly pairing up Caroline and Edwin.
He held the phone, his fingers stroking the screen, his knuckles turning white, and the veins on the back of his hand protruding.
However, seeing her sarcastic remark, the chill in his eyes slightly dissipated, returning to calmness.
He turned off the phone, adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge, picked up the organized documents, and headed out.
The hotel front desk.
The front desk receptionist saw Blake Fuller coming out of the elevator, her eyes filled with admiration.
