However, within just a few breaths, Charlotte Thompson had slumped onto the sofa.
Zoe Anne, seeing this, reached out and touched Charlotte's arm, "Charlotte? Charlotte?"
Zoe Anne tentatively called out, and seeing no response from Charlotte, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up.
She looked around and was relieved that Charlotte had chosen a rather secluded place.
"Charlotte, it's still up for grabs who the prey will fall to."
As she spoke, Zoe Anne pulled Charlotte up, steadied her body, then signalled to an assistant not far away with a glance.
The assistant caught on immediately and headed over to the director's team.
Meanwhile, Zoe Anne, holding Charlotte's body, headed to the hotel room upstairs that the program group had prepared for rest earlier in the day.
On the way, although Zoe Anne was supporting Charlotte, her pace involuntarily quickened.
"Can you stop rushing me, I already..."
