By the time Zachary went back, Molly came out of the kitchen. She untied the apron around her waist and said with a grin, "Has Anya gone home, Zac?"
"Yeah." Zachary nodded slightly. He saw that Molly's forehead was covered in sweat, and he said, "You should take a shower."
"Alright, Zac." She obediently turned around and went into her room to get some fresh clothes. Then, she went into his room.
Zachary wanted to go back to his room, but he recalled that Molly was showering in his bathroom. So, he decided to wait until she was done.
He waited outside for about 20 minutes, and Molly came out. Her hair was dripping with water, and she was drying it with a towel. Her cheeks were a little red, and there was a hint of uncertainty in her delicate eyes.
"I'm going to start a livestream later, Zac. Will I disturb your rest?"
"Not at all. Go ahead and do the livestream." Zachary chuckled. It didn't bother her at all.
Molly heard what he said and let out a sigh of relief quietly. She flashed him a loving smile and went back to her room to blow dry her hair.
Zachary took the opportunity to go to his bathroom for a shower. It just so happened that Molly knocked on his door when he was done. She held her phone and showed it to him in an excited manner.
"Someone just sent me a private text, Zac. They're inviting me to join their agency. I'm not too good with this sort of thing, and I need your take on this."
Molly's phone screen was showing a text detailing an invitation from a staff in an agency. Zachary was instantly reminded of Anya's suggestion when he heard what Molly said. So, he told Anya about it. Instead of responding to him, she simply stared at him with unblinking eyes.
"What do you think, Zac?" Anya didn't make a decision. Instead, she sought his opinion.
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