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.

"It must be

"Mentor? What mentor?"

I was in my first year of high school, I found a beggar barely alive by

but he's incredibly skilled. It seems there's nothing he doesn't know. From that day, he'd wait for

our driver pick me up, but he sneaked into our

looked as if he was listening

unbelievable,

your skills and those various talents, he taught

me a lot, but he had no patience, always moving on to the next thing before I'd property learned the last. He, always

friend I don't know

amazing. Top-notch in everything: horseback riding, archery, music, chess, painting, you name it. Plus, he's incredibly handsome. Any woman would fall for him at

admiration

a woman. Didn't you fall for him?" Connor

said seriously, "Probably because my friend

her. But ever since Chloe turned eighteen, her friend had been deliberately keeping his

fingers would make him withdraw his hand in

to be very close, but then he started keeping her at arm's length, and he became

when she was a child, it didn't matter, but now that

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