Chloe was absolutely livid.

The island was crawling with tiny cameras everywhere.

Clutching the cameras in her fists, she yelled at the sky, "You old creep, quit hiding and show yourself! You have the guts to spy on me, but not the courage to face me?"

Connor looked at Chloe, who was practically fuming, completely bewildered.

The live audience was also watching this unfold.

[Does Chloe not realize we're still on air?]

[What's up with the production team? Dumping them on a deserted island and not telling them they're still being broadcasted? That's pretty shady.]

[Feels like Chloe's scolding us. I kind of feel guilty, what should we do?]

[Wait, why did the screen go black again?]

Chloe crushed the tiny cameras into bits with her hands.

"Is someone really watching us?" Connor asked, stepping forward.

nodded. "It must be my

"Mentor? What mentor?"

year of high school, I found a beggar barely alive by the road on my way

was already quite old when I met him, but he's incredibly skilled. It seems there's nothing he doesn't know. From that day, he'd wait for me on my way home from school, insisting on taking me as

he sneaked into our house, causing all sorts of trouble. Finally, out of

looked as if he was listening to a

"Sounds unbelievable,

those various talents, he taught you all

always moving on to the next thing before I'd property learned the last. He, always called me dumb, saying wasn't

don't know about?" Connor frowned

"Yeah, he is amazing. Top-notch in everything: horseback riding, archery, music, chess, painting, you

eyes lit up with admiration and pride

fall for him?" Connor asked

because my

years older than her. But ever since Chloe turned eighteen, her friend

his fingers would make him withdraw his hand

then he started keeping her at arm's length, and he became colder towards

Her friend told her that when she was a

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