The next morning, the phone rang while Amelia was still sleeping in the man's arms.
The bed in the VIP ward was more spacious than a normal single bed, but the two still clung tightly to each other.
Daniel hugged her with one arm while using the other hand to pick up her phone quickly. Without waiting for a response, he heard a deliberately lowered but very anxious male voice, "Hello, is this Amelia Foster? Hurry up and come to the competition venue, there's a problem with our group's paper. One of the judges is very tough, insisting that our paper was plagiarized and written by someone else. He won't let our group down from the stage. Zachary Shane took a leave today and can't be reached. Even Daniel Cook can't understand how the final conclusion in the paper was derived. Linda is already in tears…"
Linda.
