Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 405 - 245: The Whole Internet Goes Silent, Livestream Confronts Netizens

Chapter 405: Chapter 245: The Whole Internet Goes Silent, Livestream Confronts Netizens
Tofu Shop.
On the dining table, there was a laptop open, with the webpage in full screen, displaying a black screen.
Sitting side by side in front of the dining table were Benjamin Durant and Miguel Smith. Both were feeling quite tense as they awaited the answer to their bet.
Henry Chapman, who was dragged here by them, leaned against the chair, wearing earphones, with his phone playing the Rose video sent by Marcus Shaw. Apparently, Rose was more attractive than a certain beauty.
Humphrey Jennings sat in the corner, disinterested, annoyed by the noisy Benjamin Durant and Miguel Smith, his face dark enough to drip water.
"No matter how beautiful, she can’t be more stunning than my master’s wife."
In the anxious wait, Benjamin Durant began searching for other topics to distract himself.
"Of course," Miguel Smith agreed, nodding, "with a beauty like that, I’m seriously impressed. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful."
"What a joke, my master’s wife is a Heavenly Immortal..." he paused, Benjamin Durant’s eyes lit up, "It’s here!"
It’s here!
At exactly eight o’clock, the screen lit up.
"..."
The two were instantly dumbfounded.
For a long while.
Benjamin Durant sighed blankly, "This person looks just like my master’s wife."
Miguel Smith was expressionless, "The outfit is exactly the same as your master’s wife."
At this moment, Henry Chapman calmly lifted his eyes, glanced at the computer screen, "When she increased the bet for you this morning, didn’t you notice anything?"
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other, speechless.
They were stupefied.
Miguel Smith took a deep breath, "Damn it, you didn’t know your master’s wife was Zero?"
"She drew so many designs, who knew she was sketching comics?" Benjamin Durant winced, covering his jaw, "And you’re her best friend, yet equally clueless?"
"She didn’t draw in front of me either!"
"She never showed me the comics!"
Back and forth they went, and surprisingly began to argue.
Humphrey Jennings, unable to endure it any longer, got up, came over, and knocked each of them on the head, finally bringing them to a stop.
*
At a certain five-star hotel.
Isabella Hart sat around the sofa with several friends from the comic circle, and on the coffee table was an iPad.
Two minutes until eight o’clock.
The screen was dark.
"I never thought I would see God Z’s true face one day."
"Ultimately, it’s all thanks to Nora Scott. If she hadn’t stirred things up so much, how would God Z use a live stream to prove their identity?"
"So excited! She’s the reason I chose comics! Just the phrase ’Good comics are timeless!’ is so inspiring!"
"What to do, my heart is about to jump out."
...
Everyone was so excited, just like little fans eagerly waiting for an idol’s live stream.
Isabella Hart sat properly, seemingly calm yet shocked, but in fact, her body was tense, and she was somewhat nervous.
Zero, a top-tier figure in the comic circle.
Once, anyone in the circle had some curiosity about her.
Now, with her series of moves, she exploded beyond the circle, single-handedly boosting the traffic of CC Comics more than tenfold, creating a golden age for the entire comic world. Thus, people inside and outside the circle began to be curious about her real identity.
Isabella never expected that her two posts targeting Nora Scott would cause such a huge sensation, ultimately leading to the "Zero Live Stream" result.
Saying she’s not anticipating or excited would be completely untrue.
But at the same time...
For years, secretly competing with Zero’s popularity, Isabella’s works always lost to Zero. So, her main nervousness was the hope that Zero’s looks were ordinary and quite unassuming.
"Hey, do you think Zero will be very beautiful?" Suddenly, a friend beside her shifted the topic.
"Just from seeing the back, her figure and aura are decent."
"Not to badmouth though. I don’t have high expectations for her looks. As long as she’s above a three, just an average face, I’d be grateful."
"Right, with such talent and celestial beauty... that would be too much, wouldn’t it? Plus, those who hide tend not to have stunning looks. If they’re truly good-looking, who’d deliberately hide?"
"Stop guessing. Even if it’s a live stream, she might not show her face. What if she wears a mask or something? Also, with the magic of beauty filters and technology, an ordinary face can transform into a heavenly beauty, it’s not impossible."
...
"It’s eight o’clock!"
Someone shouted.
Immediately, all chatter stopped, and everyone’s gaze swiftly turned to the iPad screen.
"..."
Silence, as quiet as a pin drop.
*
Sophie Scott, freshly groomed, sat on the bed, leaning against the pillow.