In no time at all, a sketch of an evening gown materialized on the nk sheet of paper.


    Yes, Anthea was designing a gown.


    RealTimeFlow''s annual g was just two months away, by which time the chill of Capital City would


    dip below freezing. She wanted to get ahead of the cold snap and design a temperature-regting


    dress.


    That way, she wouldn''t have to worry about the cold.


    It was also a prime opportunity to advertise temperature-adjustable clothing.


    And save on a hefty marketing budget to boot.


    Those attending the RealTimeFlow g were sure to be female celebrities and newscasters, a


    demographic that''s perpetually strutting down red carpets, with a far greater need for temperature-


    regting attire than the average person.


    After all, they required seasonless mour for outdoor appearances.


    Summer was one thing. Bute autumn and winter, they faced the brutal test of the cold.


    Most importantly, the target audience for these temperature-controlled garments wasn''t limited to


    female stars; it would appeal to male celebrities and the general public alike.


    After all, the design wasn''t restricted to gowns. It could be tailored into suits, t-shirts, formal attire...


    Three minutester, the perfect gown design graced the paper.


    Even a seasoned designer would blush with embarrassment upon seeing such sophistication, and if


    not for witnessing it with their own eyes, they would hardly believe it was a three-minute creation.


    Anthea signed the bottom with a bold ''Y''.


    After finishing the sandwich, Anthea retired to her room to start a live stream.


    This was her first broadcast since the ''cheating'' and ''Second Snow White'' incidents.


    The moment she opened the stream, the viewer count soared past 20,000.


    [Ann, are you really going to make it to the RealTimeFlow g on time?]


    [Ann, can''t wait to see you in person!]


    [Congrats Ann on hitting 20 million followers!]


    It was only when she saw thisment that Anthea realized her fans had jumped to 20 million.


    "Don''t worry, I never break a promise. I’ll be there for the third-anniversary g."


    [Ahhh! So excited! Ann, you must be gorgeous.]


    Anthea humbly replied, "Just average, third in the world maybe."


    [The host''s an eyesore but won''t admit it. Got the screenshots, waiting to prove you wrong!]


    [Cheater, you''re embarrassing!]


    [If you were really that pretty, why hide behind the mask?]


    [Our Reba is the real beauty!]


    "As for the cheating usations, I won''t exin again. The innocent need no defense. You''ll see


    the oue of my face-off with Miss Ba at RealTimeFlow''s third-anniversary g!"


    [Go Ann! You''re so badass! We stand by you!]


    [To those troublemakers, give it a rest. Ann already said she''d attend the RealTimeFlow g. Are


    you blind?]


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Just then, a challenge popped up on herputer.


    [LeisureHermit has sent you a challenge. Do you ept?]


    Anthea raised an eyebrow slightly as she thought, "He really doesn’t know when to give up."


    [This one won''t stop until they hit rock bottom.]


    [Honestly, their game is not bad, but they''ve met their match with our Ann.]


    Anthea epted the challenge.


    From the moment the game began, Sherman watched the chessboard like a hawk. Before each


    move, he pondered for minutes, ensuring no mistakes before daring to ce a piece.


    Yet, even with such caution, he found himself ensnared step by step in his opponent''s trap.


    Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!


    Despite a string of losses, Sherman wasn''t discouraged; he was as eager as ever.


    If possible, he''d love to meet Griffin, to raise a toast and speak of ancient and modern times.


    From this person''s style of y, they had to be a remarkable character!


    Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Is Sherman in?"


    "Come on in." Sherman casually grabbed a cross from the desk and leaned back in his chair,


    resting with eyes closed.


    Daniel entered and said, "Sherman, I need your signature on this document."


    Sherman signed the document with his name, written in a flourish that carried a sense of ascetic


    restraint.


    For some reason, it reminded Daniel of Anthea.


    In fact, Anthea and Sherman could make a good match.


    No, no!


    Daniel quickly dismissed the unrealistic thought; only the vegan Reba was truly suited for


    Sherman.


    After a walk outside, Sarah returned home and calmly broke the news to her parents that she was


    pregnant and considering an abortion.


    The Allens were quite traditional, and upon hearing their daughter was with child, they pondered


    whether to let go of the money issue.