As she was pondering over this, her bedroom door opened, and Fred strode in.
"Has he contacted you yet?" he asked.
Rhea knew who he was referring to. "Yes, the location is correct, and we had a video call just moments ago," she answered readily.
Although she was somewhat puzzled by what happened, she did not dare to tell Fred about it. She could not let him know that her creation was not 100% reliable.
Fred nodded in satisfaction. "Great. Make another call now."
Rhea hesitated.
"Why? Is there a problem?" Fred asked, upset.
"No, but I just called him. Is there anything you want to ask him?" Rhea was puzzled as to why he wanted her to call him again.
"I just want to talk to him." Fred looked at her. "Can't I?"
Rhea could only nod. "Of course, you can."
"Then hurry up!" he said impatiently.
Rhea made the call and tightened her grip on the wine bottle, hoping that nothing would go wrong.
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