Nora Scott was at a loss for words. After a pause of one second, she took the apple and took a bite. Pedro Langley couldn’t help but laugh. Due to Pedro Langley’s impulsive Weibo post, the recently subsided hype around Zero shot up once more. This kind of traffic, this level of heat, made many green with envy. After being astounded for several hours, netizens naturally started to dig into Zero’s Weibo, trying to find any trace of evidence to prove his identity from his past posts and comments. Analysis experts jumped into action. Meanwhile, some people speculated, if Zero is indeed the girl in the photo, then she should be in her twenties now. Could she be married, and had the person posting been with her since five years ago... Thanks to the netizens’ wild imaginations, countless versions of their love story were crafted. While Pedro went to chat with Antonio Easton, Nora, out of boredom, went to a forum to check out the gossip. These stories, with their absurd twists, actually had a bit of charm. Although, none were accurate. After holding back for a few minutes, Nora managed to restrain herself from sharing the forum link on Weibo. ——Otherwise, this matter would truly never end. "Nora! Nora! Ah! Ah! Ah!" From afar, she heard Eleanor Taylor’s voice shouting, piercing through the courtyard and walls, clear and distinct. Nora felt a sharp pain in her ears and couldn’t help reaching up to rub them. Eleanor ran into the living room and threw herself onto the sofa next to Nora. "Nora, have you checked Weibo? Zero has a huge chance of being female!" Eleanor’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, her hands clenched into fists. "Can you imagine how terrifying it would be if Zero really is a woman?!" Eleanor gesticulated wildly, "I saw someone analyzing that she debuted before the age of twenty and in her twenties, she’s standing at the top of the comics world. It’s terrifying! Plus, that photo, my god, so youthful and vibrant, the aura is simply amazing—" No, she remained calm and composed. That photo was just a minor mishap. "My dream goddess since childhood definitely looks like her!" Eleanor said excitedly. "Is that so?" Content orıginally comes from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Nora raised her right eyebrow. "Really, the moment I saw that photo, my heart just melted..." Eleanor babbled on. Unable to control the praise. Nora listened speechlessly, then suddenly turned her head, only to see Pedro standing at the doorway of Antonio’s bedroom, leaning against the door frame, head slightly lowered, lips curled, unable to suppress his laughter. Nora shot him a cold glare. But Pedro just laughed even more, even turning his head aside, his shoulders were slightly trembling with amusement. Nora gritted her teeth silently, finally having no choice but to interrupt Eleanor, "How’s your comic going?" At the sudden mention, Eleanor instantly deflated like a wilted eggplant. Sensing something amiss, Nora squinted slightly and asked, "What’s wrong?" "Well..." Eleanor raised a hand to tousle her hair, looking quite embarrassed, "After I revised it, I showed it to the editor, and... it got rejected. Sorry, Nora, for troubling you. I wanted to revise it again, but recently I really haven’t had the time." By the end, Eleanor looked at Nora guiltily. Just thinking about how much effort Nora had put into her notes, Eleanor felt that failing to get the work published meant letting Nora down. But, recently, her father’s company had declared bankruptcy, and although the Taylor Clan elders were supporting them, preventing them from being buried in debt, the family situation was a complete mess. Finding time to come here was already tough, and she truly had no time for another manga revision. The comic she helped revise got rejected? Nora chuckled, "Who’s your editor?" "I think it’s someone named Molly Forest," Eleanor stuck out her tongue, "I heard she’s amazing, very strict, and is the editor for Isabella Hart." Ohhh, so that’s how it got rejected.