Leon Rivers: "...I’m not going."

He opened the car door and tried to run.

"Actually, I ordered two plaques. If you don’t go, the other one will end up with Dr. Mo, and yours will be burned."

Leon Rivers: "..."

In utter despair, why didn’t they just go to Harold Chapman or Timothy Lockwood and instead keep pestering him!

"Go on, good luck, I’m rooting for you," Melody Thorne pointed to the café across the street. The male reporter sat by the window, bashfully holding a bouquet, glancing outside occasionally.

"Ugh." Leon Rivers couldn’t hold back.

"Whether you go sooner or later, you still have to go. Might as well get it over with."

Leon Rivers: "...Can you guarantee my innocence? Will I end up compromising myself? I can’t handle guys."

"I just need the item."

Leon Rivers walked into the café with a swagger, sitting across from the male reporter, striking a pose he thought was quite dashing.

Meanwhile, the male reporter looked at him shyly...

Chloe Summers covered her face, peeking through her fingers, "Madam, nothing will happen between those two, right?"

She had already seen the male reporter touching Dr. Jiang restlessly.

"Ah, they nearly kissed."

"Ahhhh, they...they’re hugging."

Melody Thorne couldn’t bear to watch. Leon Rivers was truly aggrieved.

One must admit, Leon Rivers had pursued enough girls to have ample experience, and after talking for an hour, she saw the male reporter hurriedly run up to the tenth floor, glancing back at Leon Rivers standing below.

When Leon Rivers got into position, just like Luna Lancaster that day, the male reporter made countless tiny heart signs before tossing something down to him.

Melody Thorne held her breath, watching that scene.

Leon Rivers also reached out to catch it.

For some reason, perhaps due to the person’s strength, the tossed item didn’t fall straight down but veered toward the street.

Leon Rivers tried to back away.

"Watch out!" the man on the rooftop exclaimed.

"Screech—" The car tires screeched against the ground, narrowly avoiding the retreating Leon Rivers.

The object fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" The male reporter hurriedly hugged Leon Rivers tightly, speaking with concern like a lover.

Chloe Summers had already stepped out of the car, picked up the item, and returned to the vehicle.

"Wait, wait, I just remembered I have a lot of contracts to negotiate today. Let me get those handled first and then I’ll come find you," Leon Rivers pushed the man away, "Wait...wait for my call."

The male reporter believed Leon Rivers genuinely had work to handle, so he stood at the corner of the road, watching Leon Rivers drive away longingly.

In the car.

Leon Rivers leaned against the car window, retching. Though he had flirted with many women, he had never flirted with men, okay?

The whole experience had left him frazzled.

Melody Thorne looked at the recorder in her hand, pressing it twice, but there was no response.

"Did it break?" Leon Rivers noticed too, "Could we be that unlucky?"

"Is this the one?" Melody Thorne held it in her hand, thinking the color seemed right but couldn’t rule out the male reporter’s cunning.

"It should be. He said this love token was the same as the one Luna Lancaster threw that day, and it had to be tossed down the same way." The more Leon Rivers thought about it, the more nauseated he felt.

"Let’s hope it is."