"Professor Linfield, for the sake of my uncle, please help me."
Rosa Sullivan's voice was filled with pleading, far from her usual cool and aloof demeanor.
For a moment, Nora Scott thought she had misheard, but when she peeked inside and saw Rosa Sullivan standing in front of Julian Linfield, she was certain.
And with just this sentence, the comments in the live broadcast, which hadn't been turned off, went completely crazy.
[Isn't this Rosa Sullivan's voice? Are we about to see some drama?!]
[I'm so excited to watch this unfold live! Please don't turn off the stream, just let us listen!]
[So, about Rosa Sullivan...]
[Rosa Sullivan: What sin did I commit to be so misaligned with live broadcasts?]
[Rosa Sullivan's goddess image is on the verge of collapse. Barely maintained last night, is it going to fall apart today? Can she catch a break?]
...
Nora Scott didn't walk in nor did she turn off the stream; instead, she stood at the entrance, blatantly eavesdropping.
