The private room on the third floor is divided into two areas, one is a leisure area and the other is a dining area. The dining area has a large dining table that can accommodate more than ten people. The leisure area includes a sofa, coffee table, TV, and offers fruit, drinks, and snacks. Additionally, you can sing karaoke, play darts, or play aeroplane chess. You can sit and chat, focus on eating, or enjoy leisure activities. In short, all aspects are thoughtfully taken care of. Additionally, there are two waiters stationed outside each private room for the guests’ convenience, ready to assist whenever called. When Nora Scott and Isabella Hart pushed open the door, six or seven people were already inside, chatting lively, eating fruit, and playing games, a mix of men and women, quite a ruckus. When their gaze fell on the doorway, all the noise and liveliness fell silent within seconds. They all knew Isabella Hart, so it couldn’t have caused such a stir. The real reason for their reaction was Nora Scott, whom they had never met before—stunningly beautiful. Silence reigned for a moment. "Isabella, you’re here!" "Is the beauty with you also a comic artist?" "No way, why do I feel she looks like a celebrity?" "Isabella, introduce us, who is this beautiful lady?" As the excitement gradually picked up again, nine out of ten comments were centered around Nora. Isabella, who initially intended to give Nora a hard time in her familiar circle, paused slightly at this situation, and immediately felt regret. She nearly forgot, this is a world that values appearances. And Nora, conveniently, has a tool to directly and dominantly prevail—her beautiful face. "Nora! You’re that star named Nora Scott, right?!" Suddenly, a man found her picture online and excitedly stood up. Isabella: "..." Just a celebrity, what’s there to be excited about? Nora calmly stepped into the room. Having received her affirmative response, the place immediately burst into cheers— "Unbelievable, you’re incredibly beautiful." "Oh my, my wife is a fan of yours, can I get your autograph?" All the enthusiasm was directed at Nora. Isabella, who was always the center of attention during meetups, was now completely overlooked. She could barely maintain her composure, her face almost falling apart. She quickly stepped forward a few paces and half-blocked in front of Nora, "Enough with the stargazing, there’s no celebrity here today." After speaking, she added, "Don’t forget, the star today is UU." Her actions were obvious, and with her deliberate reminder, the gentlemen who were eagerly attentive all sat back down sheepishly. Nora ignored them, someone proactively offered her a single sofa, and she accepted it gracefully. "Speaking of, our Star Scott is thinking of transitioning to become a comic artist," Isabella found her seat as well and started a new topic, "Star Scott, how’s your comic going, did it pass the initial review of CC Comics?" Repeatedly calling her "Star Scott," was quite the sarcastic jab, especially since Nora had already been forgotten by the entertainment industry. Nora narrowed her eyes slightly. Others, upon hearing this, began to inquire: "You’re joining CC Comics?" "What type of work is it, should we help review it?" "Wow, you’re joining our platform, one of the top ten beautiful comic artists will have to make space." While Isabella kept making snide remarks, everyone else kept showering praise on Nora. Google seaʀᴄh novel_fіre.net This really made Isabella quite angry. Nora casually said, "I submitted it, the feedback from the editor was good." Someone casually asked. Nora frowned slightly, sensing something was off. At this point, Isabella, who seemed to have heard a joke, laughed out loud, "You must be mistaken, Kieran Shawn is the chief editor of CC, he never reviews new submissions. Unless you’re a top-level comic artist like Zero or White, none of us could ever get his attention." Kieran wasn’t just the chief editor, he was also one of the founding members of CC Comics. As an investor, being chief editor was merely a hobby, so he had the capital to be willful. No matter how big a name you are, if he doesn’t like you, he won’t even bother to look. For comic works, he only pursues attitude and quality, never caring about fame or achievements. In other places, knowing a celebrity submitted a piece might warrant special treatment, but at CC Comics... the chances of that happening are close to zero. Most of the people present had been at CC Comics for over two years, so they knew this very well. The first reaction was: Nora must be lying.