"Mr. Taylor, hello," Yvonne said with a smile, walking over to sit in the chair opposite him.


    With cameras all around them, Yvonne''s demeanor was perfectlyposed-not overly warm, but not distant either.


    "Yvonne, long time no see," Thomas replied, also smiling.


    The phrase ''long time no see'' was hardly appropriate, considering they had just seen each other yesterday at the Thompson family''s private estate.


    After their greetings, an awkward silence fell between them.


    Yvonne had no idea what the game was, but Thomas was wearing a hidden earpiece, receiving instructions from the production crew. This was their challenge.


    Production Team: "Mr. Taylor, now, have Yvonne stand up."


    Thomas: "..."


    He looked at Yvonne awkwardly. "Yvonne, uh, could you please stand up for a moment?"


    "Huh?" Yvonne was confused but stood up anyway.


    Production Team: Mr. Taylor, now, ask Yvonne to dance for you.


    Thomas: "..."


    Having stood up, Yvonne was looking at him quizzically. "Mr. Taylor, what''s next?"


    Thomas cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Yvonne, could you please dance for me?"


    Yvonne asked, "Is this part of the game?"


    "You could say that," Thomas replied.


    Yvonne nodded in understanding. The only problem was, she couldn''t dance.


    "I don''t know how to dance. How about a military-stylebat routine instead?"


    She waspletely serious. After speaking, she took off her jacket? tied her long hair into a bun, and moved to an open space in the room Where she performed a fullbat routine with earnest precision.


    Because her current body wasn''t in peak physical condition, she was slightly out of breath by the end, with a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead that dampened the loose strands of her hair.


    Thomas immediately grabbed the tissue box from the table and handed it to her. "Wipe your sweat."


    "Thank you, Mr. Taylor." Yvonne took the box, pulled out a few tissues to dab her temples, and then looked at him. "Are there any other tasks?"


    Production Team: Mr. Taylor,pliment Yvonne on her performance, and then tell her, ''I really like you.''


    Thomas: "."


    He wondered if it was toote to quit this ridiculous show.


    "Mr. Taylor? Thomas?" Seeing him lost in thought, Yvonne waved a hand in front of his eyes.


    Thomas looked up, his gaze warm but filled with embarrassment.


    "Yvonne, yourbat routine was excellent."


    Yvonne nodded. "Thank you for thepliment, Mr. Taylor."


    "And, um... I really like you," Thomas added, looking directly into her eyes.


    Yvonne: "..."


    Now she was the one at a loss. She stared at him, bewildered.


    She knew Thomas had feelings for her; he had confessed before. But he would never do something like this in public.


    Unless he was possessed.


    "Mr. Taylor, have you been taken over by a spirit?" Yvonne narrowed her beautiful fox-like eyes, studying him carefully until she finally spotted the tiny, clear earpiece in his ear.


    "You''re wearing an earpiece. Are you following instructions from the production team?"


    The hidden earpiece was designed to be discreet, but Yvonne had still managed to find it.