Ashley Shaw observed Ariana Grant’s expression and instantly felt tense when she suddenly fell silent.
"What exactly happened? Did Jade Coleman contact you? She shouldn’t be able to now; she should be detained for questioning."
"It’s not Jade Coleman."
Ariana Grant called her boyfriend by his full na and then said, "It’s my boyfriend."
"That guy nad Leah?"
"It’s Leon, as in conscience." Ariana reminded her, lest she mixed up the characters.
"Alright, alright, tell , what did Leon do to you?"
"It’s not conscience... forget it, let’s not dwell on that. Didn’t you just ask to find out if he actually had a job?"
"Yes."
"He didn’t reply to . I called him three tis in a row, and he didn’t pick up once."
Ashley Shaw glanced at the ti; it had been over an hour since she finished bathing and putting on makeup.
"Try calling him again now."
Ariana Grant nodded and complied.
However, when she called, the chanical female voice still inford her that "the number you dialed is powered off."
Ariana Grant asked tearfully, "Ashley, could he really be a scamr?"
Ashley Shaw gave her a deep look.
"Did you actually fall for him in this online relationship?"
"Well... not really."
"I want the truth."
"Alright, yes, I did fall for him. I think he’s really great. But he’s suddenly disappeared, and I’m at a loss. If he truly is a scamr, what should I do? Could I wake up one day missing two kidneys?"
Ashley Shaw reassured her, "That’s unlikely. As long as you don’t et him in person, he won’t know where you are... Wait, did you use this address when you sent him fruit tea bags?"
"...Yes."
Ashley Shaw’s head spun with worry.
If that’s the case, are they really in danger?
Ashley Shaw was silent for a mont and then said, "What about the address he gave you? Let see it."
Ariana Grant quickly pulled out the address.
The na was "Leon," the phone number was the sa one Ariana had just called, and the address was Room A18, Spectator Live.
"Don’t worry, Spectator Live is under the Prescott Group. When we et Grandpa Prescott later, I’ll ask him for you."
"Okay!"
"Then don’t delay, go change your clothes now. We need to head to the Prescott Family imdiately."
"Yes, yes!"
Ariana Grant couldn’t wait to leave and didn’t dare stay at ho another second.
...
At the sa ti, at Spectator Live.
Warren Prescott was having a eting with the Stardust Team and several newly signed major strears.
Running a streaming platform is trending in the entertainnt industry, and Warren intended to make it the best since he started it.
This is the first project he’s running independently. If done well, it will shut up those who think he’s too young and not suitable for the role of the company’s general manager.
But if not done well, it will naturally give his rivals ammunition against him.
The Prescott Group isn’t a small family business, but many high-level executives in the company are also of the Prescott family.
Those dissenting voices co chiefly from the descendants of Elder Prescott’s younger brother, Noah Prescott.
The history of the Prescott Group can actually be traced back two hundred years, but it truly started thriving after Elder Prescott took over.
Elder Prescott’s younger brother, Noah, is an honest person who, from a young age, has done nothing more than collect dividends from the company, never interfering with any company matters.
But his two children are quite the plotters.
Now their children are about the sa age as Warren. Upon learning Warren was involved in company affairs right after high school, they couldn’t resist offering their "guidance."
So what started as Warren’s spur-of-the-mont founding of Spectator Live has turned into a hot potato he must manage perfectly.
After leaving Ariana Grant’s house, Warren went straight to Spectator Live to et with millions-follower strears and the Stardust Team, an e-sports team with tens of millions of followers.
The eting was centered on one point.
Launching a reality survival show with the strears.
The show would be stread live 24/7 on Spectator Live.
The location is a prival forest in the southwest of Veridia.
Of course, the news hasn’t been released yet, but it’s anticipated that once the stream starts, it will rake in countless hits.
"Our show starts tonight, and Manager Lynch will go over the precautionary asures."
Called upon, Manager Lynch was still taken aback by Warren Prescott’s young age and yet authoritative presence rivaling even Chairman Prescott.
Until a colleague nudged his elbow, he snapped back to reality and quickly stood up.
"The show starts tonight, and departure is imdiate. We’ll take the Prescott Group’s private jet to the forest. The precautionary asures are as follows, the most important being, starting now, everyone must imdiately surrender all communication devices. You can only carry a company-issued satellite watch with location tracking..."
After Manager Lynch announced the precautions, everyone turned in their phones, which were already powered off.
Warren Prescott’s gaze swept over the crowd.
"Did everyone hear clearly?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Leon Zeller looking restless and uneasy.
"Leon, is there a problem?" Warren asked.
Leon snapped back, quickly shaking his head, "N-no problem."
"Alright, since there’s no problem, head to the lobby on the first floor now. We’ll depart in half an hour."
"But let emphasize one last thing: no matter what you do, safety must co first during filming."
"If you encounter danger, or feel you might be in danger, press the satellite watch to contact us imdiately, and our team will reach your location within ten minutes."
The group responded in unison, "Got it..."
The group quickly took the elevator down to the lobby of Spectator Live.
A crowd gathered outside Spectator Tower, all there to see the Stardust Team.
Fans had sohow found out that the Stardust Team would be at the company today, so they gathered at the gate early in the morning.
However, as everyone peeked through the revolving glass doors of the building, their attention finally settled on Warren Prescott.
"So handso! He’s really like a character straight out of a comic book, even more handso than The Wolves!"
"Though my heart still belongs to The Wolves, I must admit, this man is incredibly handso, the kind that blows you away."
"Who exactly is he? I saw him in the last stream too. He seed like a staff mber, but now it looks like he’s their leader or sothing?"
"No idea, can’t find any info online."
Inside the building, Warren Prescott reiterated the importance of safety.
Yet, his gaze fell on Leon again, who still appeared distracted.
Warren’s sharp brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke, "Everyone else, board the bus to the airport, Leon, you stay behind."
Leon nervously lifted his head, a trace of anxiety painted on his face.
Once everyone had left, Warren asked, "Speak up, what’s the matter with you?"
Though phrased as a question, it carried a pressure that left no room for avoidance.
Leon bowed his head, a suspicious flush spreading across his handso face.
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