Walking into the door, Nora Scott shuffled in her slippers to the coffee table, tossed the plastic bag onto it, and then collapsed onto the sofa.
She pulled out her phone.
A few people had sent messages, which she had glanced at earlier but hadn’t looked at closely.
After browsing through the messages, Nora replied to a few before finally clicking on the last chatterbox—Eleanor Taylor.
[Eleanor Taylor]: Miss Scott, do you know about God Z’s lottery event? It’s a first in history, don’t miss it as you pass by—who knows, it might be your turn!
[Eleanor Taylor]: It’s too intense! Clement Winter actually got his fans to join God Z’s lottery, pledging to exchange a full set of signed albums and all tour tickets if any fan wins. His fans have gone crazy! Chasing stars to this extent, nobody does it .
[Eleanor Taylor]: I, Z, god! Top ten trending—occupied six spots!
[Eleanor Taylor]: [Image]
[Eleanor Taylor]: Are you there? Are you there?
After reading the messages, Nora froze for a moment and clicked on the last image.
[Zero], [Zero and Clement Winter], [Clement Winter chasing stars], [God Z lottery], [Little White Dove], [Death Legend]...
Counting them out, there were indeed six related to Zero.
It was originally a sudden idea; after sending the message, she logged off, not expecting it to spark such a hot debate.
Nora did remember Clement Winter, though.
He’s a singer who debuted young, now a hot artist with over fifty million Twitter followers, and slightly younger than her.
Back when she published her first comic "Pioneer" on Twitter, she often saw him popping up. He wasn’t yet a big name, but he helped comment and retweet every post, wrote a song with the same name for promotion, bringing her a lot of popularity.
He’s been following ever since.
Because of his enthusiasm, Nora followed him back on Twitter, but soon after, he blew up overnight, gaining followers at an alarming rate. Nora feared they’d be seen as tied together, potentially causing unnecessary trouble, so she stopped openly interacting with him, only occasionally chatting in private messages.
Didn’t expect he’d pull something ...
[Nora Scott]: Just saw the news.
[Eleanor Taylor]: Miss Scott, you finally came out. Did you like, comment, retweet? Even though we’re part of the million-strong army, what if luck just falls on you?
[Nora Scott]: I’ll do it now.
[Eleanor Taylor]: Just use your side account, or people will definitely say you’re trying to gain popularity.
Nora, who hadn’t planned on retweeting, answered absent-mindedly.
With fingers lightly pinching her brow, Nora nestled back into the sofa, shifting to a comfortable position, and logged into Twitter.
Although mentally prepared, seeing the actual data still left her somewhat surprised.
Over ten million likes, over a million comments, closely approaching three million retweets.
And this was just data from one day.
After a brief glance, Nora conservatively estimated that nearly half of the data came from Clement Winter, excluding her own fans.
[Zero]: @Singer Clement Winter, don’t make a fuss, I’ll send you a set.
Evening, ten o’clock.
A certain comic artist casually tweeted, reigniting the lottery frenzy that hadn’t fully died down into another explosion.
Fans from both sides sparkled with excitement.
[What’s with this strong CP vibe?]
[Don’t make a fuss?? My god, this tone is way too doting!]
[Domineering and doting CEO vs. cute and devoted puppy! What an amazing CP! Lock it down!]
[A successful star chasing example, I’m envious!]
[CP fans wake up, didn’t you call God Z "uncouth guy," "bearded uncle," "muscle man"?!]
[Doesn’t matter, even if he’s an uncouth guy or an old geezer, as long as it’s sweet, I’ll ship this CP to death!]
[@Singer Clement Winter, darling son, come see, your dream came true!]
Fans and bystanders on both sides not only didn’t find this cross-dimensional and oddly amusing CP repulsive but actually enjoyed it immensely.
Someone playing a mobile game on a rocking chair caught a glimpse of a special notification from Twitter, and after telling teammates "logging off," they left the game.
From then on, his teammates never waited for him to log back in.
Eyes widened, the person repeatedly browsed, verified through various channels that he wasn’t dreaming, blinked, and then thudded off the rocking chair.
Simultaneously, there was his wailing shout.
"Winter, you punk, try yelling one more time?!"
The mother, applying a facial mask in the room, shouted angrily.
Clearing his throat, the young man inhaled deeply.
That night, the internet was turbulent over "Zero and Clement Winter" while, under the alias, Nora slept peacefully as if it was an ordinary night.
Nora was awakened by the sound of the doorbell.
Opening the door and seeing the amiable old man outside, Nora’s irritation faded a bit.
She had just woken up, looking drowsy and lethargic, her loose hair somewhat messy, wearing a long-sleeved knee-length T-shirt like a nightgown—clean and casual, with a touch of laziness instead of coldness and distance.
Seeing her, Butler Loxley asked with concern, "Was Miss Scott asleep?"
For some reason, she felt a bit guilty.
Concerned, Butler Loxley sighed, "You need to adjust your routine. At least have breakfast."
After checking her phone upon getting up, it was now eleven in the morning—just about lunchtime.
After her bath last night, she planned to draw some sketches but lost track of time and only slept as dawn approached.
"Loxley, do you need anything?" Nora asked, rejuvenating a bit.
"Master Pedro is not at home. Jack Carter and I prepared some food at home. Thought you might not have eaten yet, do you want to join us?"
After a brief hesitation, Nora quickly made a decision.
Since Pedro Langley isn’t home, there’s less chance of being tricked...
Well, everything’s fine.
"No rush, still need to cook a couple more dishes."
"I’ll freshen up and come over."
Butler Loxley smiled and nodded.
Unlike yesterday’s meal at Pedro Langley’s, after washing up, Nora tied her hair up and changed into comfortable homewear, neatly pressed the doorbell of the house next door.
"Miss Scott, you’re here."
The one who opened the door was the young man named Jack Carter.
Because he damaged Jesse Johnson’s signature and still feigns innocence, a naturally skilled actor, Nora had a deep impression of him.
Jack grinned, "Can’t do. I’m Butler Loxley’s assistant, so I’ll address you as he does."
Raising an eyebrow, Nora chose to let it be.
Butler Loxley set the cooked dishes on the table, while Jack enthusiastically ran to the kitchen for utensils.
But as he came out, Butler Loxley reminded, "Jack, your phone’s been ringing constantly."
"Sorry, forgot to mute it." Jack hurried to the sofa for his phone, apologetically explaining, "Usually don’t get this many messages, but we were discussing God Z’s Twitter lottery giving away comics."
Butler Loxley curiously asked, "Is that the comic artist liked across all ages you mentioned?"
Mentioning him made Jack beam with joy.
Nodding slightly, Butler Loxley said with interest, "Got any comics? I’d like to take a look."
Jack looked a bit dejected, "I only have a few of the latest ones."
Pulling back her dining chair, Nora glanced over and nonchalantly said, "If you want to read, I have the whole set."