"Track them."
Shirley Thorne lowered her head slightly and whispered to Florence Langley.
Florence Langley was peak efficiency. In just a moment, she had located the other party's position and reported it to Ethan Grant.
"Ma'am, Sir wants you to stall for time."
Florence Langley had returned to whisper the message.
Shirley Thorne gave a slight nod, indicating she understood.
She understood Ethan Grant's thinking. 'Doesn't he just want to see which side this "art student" is on, and whether they have any connection to the mastermind behind all this?'
On her end, Shirley Thorne held her head high. Pointing at the username of the person flaming her on screen, she said arrogantly, "Who says I don't understand art? Show yourself!"
Florence Langley held up the phone, found the most flattering angle, and kept the livestream on Shirley Thorne.
In truth, she was a little scared, feeling that Shirley Thorne might have overplayed her hand.
