Suddenly, a manga artist friend asked Isabella Hart.
Others chid in—
"Yeah, they said she wants to debut with the title ’Manga Genius Girl.’"
"Yesterday, when fans proved their identity, you also said she was directing a play."
"Now this developnt is completely different."
"Could it be so kind of misunderstanding?"
"Molly Forest said it." Isabella Hart bit her lip tightly, sowhat awkwardly saying, "I don’t know if there’s so mistake."
With one sentence, she dumped all the bla on the resigned Molly.
The crowd was silent, unable to continue questioning.
"Speaking of which, did you guys see that video last night?"
Suddenly, soone raised a question.
"Which one?"
"The one where Nora Scott was at the CK manga exhibition answering questions in a ga."
"Saw it. The questions related to Zero, Nora Scott didn’t get any right, is that correct?"
"It seems like because of this video, netizens are convinced Zero couldn’t possibly be Nora Scott, and they roasted the fans. Even the CC Comics official blog couldn’t calm them."
"Yeah, if Zero really were Nora Scott, how co she couldn’t answer those questions? The first two questions can be overlooked; the author might not care to summarize these, but the last question... she herself said she couldn’t answer, doesn’t make sense, right?"
"Actually, the tiline does add up. Nora Scott appeared at the CK manga event, and on the sa day, Zero also showed up there. But this is indeed a major point of suspicion."
"Is it possible that Zero is Nora Scott’s boyfriend, willing to give up his identity to let Nora make a coback? It’s not like he makes a living from showing his face."
"Then how do you explain her drawing manga online now? Her skills are over ten years, not to ntion, and that style isn’t sothing just anyone can imitate."
"...Why not send a bullet chat and ask her?"
...
*
In the study.
Nora Scott was drawing halfway when suddenly her hand started vibrating.
"Bzzz—bzzz—bzzz—"
The phone placed on the table was ringing.
Deeply imrsed in drawing, Nora Scott felt a sense of irritation at being disturbed from work. She had forgotten about the livestream and picked up the phone when she saw the caller ID.
"What’s up?"
She lightly furrowed her brows, her tone quite annoyed.
"Auntie, is it you, Auntie?" Benjamin asked eagerly on the other end of the line.
"Yeah."
"You’re really not a twin or underwent plastic surgery or sothing?"
The vein on her forehead twitched, and Nora Scott couldn’t bear his stupidity any longer, "Are you stupid?"
As soon as she spoke, Pedro Langley, who was just about to take a sip of water off-cara, almost spilled it all over himself.
Looking at how unrestrained Nora Scott was in front of the cara, Pedro Langley silently held his forehead.
Then he looked at the bullet chat—
[She’s on fire, she’s on fire! This is definitely Zero, no doubt!]
[I can hear a bit, haha, the little nephew doesn’t know his aunt is Zero? Suddenly I feel balanced!]
[The way she cusses is just like my uncle back ho... But! Heavenly Immortal, watch your image!]
"..." Benjamin hesitated for a mont and then raised his voice, "Advertise for us! You’ve got nearly twenty million viewers in your livestream, give our Tofu Shop so promo!"
"..."
Nora Scott was taken aback.
Instinctively, she glanced at the bullet chat.
[We heard everything, hey!]
[Business genius!]
[What Tofu Shop? Quickly give the address! I’m flying over right now!]
[Ahhh, curious! Hurry and advertise for the Tofu Shop!]
...
Nora Scott hung up the call.
Once she turned off the phone, she tossed it in Pedro Langley’s direction, then glanced at the manga progress on the computer and casually said, "Let’s draw to this point."
With that, she started to put away the tablet and pressure pen.
The bullet chat exploded again.
[Nooooo! Uncle, you must finish what you started!]
[You haven’t done the advertisent yet!]
[Chat with us a bit longer! No, let us watch a bit longer! My phone mory is huge, taking screenshots for three more hours is not a problem!]
[Uncle, I beg you, just watching you quietly draw manga is enough to keep happy for a lifeti!]
[Beautiful one! I apologize for calling you a foot-scratching man! Please keep the livestream going!]
...
With such beauty in front of them, who cares about those rumors?
The livestream lasted less than twenty minutes, yet they hadn’t seen enough. Analyzing, questioning, and being shocked could wait until the livestream was over.
"Keep drawing."
With a soft sigh, Pedro Langley advised by her side.
Nora Scott tilted her head slightly to the side, giving him a glance, her brow slightly raised.
Pedro Langley chuckled, suppressing the amusent in his voice, "A rare live broadcast."
"...Hmm."
After a short pause, Nora Scott withdrew her gaze.
She picked up the pressure pen once more.
[Thank you, beautiful husband!]
[Thank you, uncle’s wife!]
[Thank you, God Z’s boyfriend!]
...
The bullet chat was filled with tearful gratitude.
Continuing to draw, Nora Scott was noticeably more perfunctory, resting her chin in one hand, while holding the pressure pen with the other, looking down at the tablet, occasionally lifting her eyes to see the results on the computer screen. She drew effortlessly, yet the quality of her work remained assured.
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