[Is this the new house? It doesn't seem particularly big...]
[I thought it would be much bigger, but it turns out to be just this?]
[Isn't she supposed to be a wealthy CEO? Are you kidding me with such a small house? Your image is about to collapse, you know?]
[Oh my, look at all these negative comments. Does Sierra and Mr. Sterling even need to create an image? Excuse me? If you're fine, just have a snack.]
[I'm dying of laughter, oh my God, it's my first time seeing such low-grade haters. My goodness, so what if the room is small? Do you still care where people live?]
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Sierra Summers and Caleb Sterling were both squeezed into the small kitchen room. It wasn't on purpose; mainly, they needed to move the live-streaming equipment out of this area.
Sierra didn't expect such a stir and she wasn't looking at the comments. With both hands lifting her skirt, she was wearing such high heels, something she hadn't done for a long time, so she was extra cautious walking.
