Two days later, the semi-final of the design competition was held as scheduled.
Renee arrived at the TV station early in the morning for makeup and rehearsal, even having a simple lunch of bread in the studio. As soon as the lunch break ended, Peter and his colleagues arrived at the studio, each holding a sign to cheer her on, almost like fans cheering for a celebrity.
Renee couldn't help but laugh and ran over to greet Peter. "Peter, isn't this a bit over the top?"
Peter shook the sign at her. "Not at all. You just focus on the competition. Your success is the best advertisement for Xyron!"
"Okay." Renee smiled and looked at Hans's seat, which remained quiet. She sent another message: "Three o'clock sharp. You'll be punished if you're late."
"Don't worry, my future Mrs. Morton. I won
