Inside the Volkswagen car, Nicole Oliver, still wearing her advertisement attire, looked pale. Despite her manager's soothing efforts, she was shaking with anger. "Who is behind leaking information about me? Have you found out yet?"
Her manager gently patted her back to calm her, while anxiously asking the man in the front passenger seat, "Evan Matthews, have you found anything?"
The man under pressure was sweating profusely, continually sending messages on his phone, until a call made him light up with delight. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around excitedly with the phone, "Sister Nicole, I found it."
"Who is it?" Nicole's face carried an expression of extreme displeasure.
"It's Lena."
"Her?" Nicole was incredulous, her brows furrowed tightly. "How could it be her? Did you check thoroughly? Are you sure it's not Olivia Lewis?"
