Cindy Clarke looked over in surprise.
Others may be ignorant, but she knew.
That was Adrian Zhekova's ringtone.
Immediately, Adrian Zhekova appeared at the door.
Everyone was shocked, especially Cindy.
Adrian Zhekova was not alone; he arrived with five judges and several main persons in charge of the major competition.
Since Adrian Zhekova showed up personally, they had to keep up with him, right?
Cindy stared blankly at Adrian, who she had been on the phone with, appearing suddenly in front of her, as if dreaming.
At this moment, Adrian stood in the doorway, one hand casually housed in his trouser pocket.
Obviously, he had just come from the company, still decked in his dapper suit, standing tall and upright.
For some reason, Cindy's heart throbbed faster. Seeing Adrian here made her feel quite different, pleasantly surreal.
At first, she was nervous around Adrian, after all, he seemed so out of reach to her.