Chapter 8: Roasted by the Crowd

The live-chat didn’t stop for a second, and as soon as I spoke, they exploded with ridicule.

[Has the system given up?]

[They’ve tried similar looks—]

[They’ve tried similar personalities—]

[But this is the first time they’ve sent in someone with the exact same name.]

[Is the system not afraid of the villain going ballistic?]

[Why not just hand her over and say, “You wanted Natalie Carter? Well, here’s Natalie Carter for you...”]

[She’s getting roasted harder than a Thanksgiving turkey.]

Unlike those noisy words, the boy in front of me didn’t smile at all.

He simply said, “My name is Nathan Carter.”

After he spoke, his gaze grew even more intense, as if waiting for my reaction.

Natalie Carter, Nathan Carter...

His name was eerily close to mine.

With what the comments had revealed, I realized—maybe James Donovan’s late wife was named Natalie Carter.

A strange chill traveled up my spine, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting to see which one of us would break the silence first.