"Are you sure you're here to badmouth Astrid, not to cement her reputation as a genius?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"But seriously, Astrid is incredible. How does she know everything? I just saw a gold medal for, get this, gymnastics? She does gymnastics too?"
"Gymnastics? That's nothing. Did you see that one on the bottom left? I died laughing—first place in a college comedy skit competition. Hahaha, I'd love to see my Astar do comedy!"
"Lyle, thanks a million. If it weren't for you, the haters would still be saying my Astar is just faking the whole brainy act. But she's the real deal—a total brainiac who can do it all (except sing)."
"..."
Jay was trembling with rage and immediately dialed Lyle's number.
Lyle's assistant picked up, "Hello, Mr. Lampard."
Jay: "What the heck is going on? Did you guys take a bribe to swap out the files?!"
Assistant: "Second Master, we maintain professional ethics. And as you saw on the live stream, our boss opened the email live, which you had just sent, and it was unopened. He revealed its contents in front of everyone!"
"We absolutely didn't tamper with the files. The documents you sent contained all of this."
Jay recalled the recent events, which were as the assistant had described. In a rush, they had sent the email at nine o'clock sharp, right when Lyle started his live stream, and he had opened it in front of the entire audience.
Where could it have gone wrong?
Was it Astrid?
Before Jay could puzzle it out, Lyle opened another attachment—a video.
The next second, Astrid appeared on the screen.
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