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Chapter: 231
It could be anticipated that after the press conference, Sabrina would face further criticism
and scolding.
The event staff brought in the props.
“Feel free to discuss,” the host encouraged.
Surveying the needle and thread, Sabrina inquired, “Which do you prefer?”
Tyrone chose the needle first, positioning it between his lips. Sabrina then selected the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthread, biting down on one end.
“The game starts now. You have two minutes. Failure within the time limit results in a
penalty.”
Sabrina and Tyrone locked eyes and got to work.
With the needle clenched between his teeth, Tyrone leaned in close to Sabrina, who
reciprocated.
Their faces were so close, their foreheads nearly touching, noses brushing against each
other. The tension was palpable.
The camera operator, astute as ever, zoomed in on the pair.
Unintentionally, their lips brushed against each other in a fleeting moment.
Meanwhile, Galilea was being filmed off-stage by the director.
A myriad of reactions flooded in.
The challenge they faced was quite tough.
They came close to succeeding several times, but it always fell just short.
“Darn it! Is she doing this deliberately?”
“They’re acting this way. They’ve got to be involved with each other.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Isn’t this just a game?”
The big screen began to display a countdown.
In the final ten seconds, they achieved their goal.
They managed to complete the game.
“Congratulations, Mr. Blakely and Ms. Chavez. No need for any penalties. How
disappointing! Now, if you would kindly return to your seat, Mr. Blakely. We’re about to
invite our second guest for interaction.”
The large screen started cycling through faces, and predictably, Galilea was chosen.
“This is definitely rigged.”