She could not describe the feeling.

It seemed as if... she had witnessed something similar before.

After contemplating for a while, Maria thought of Heaven.

As an application for the internal use of the Red Hacker Alliance, Heaven was not only a place for releasing tasks and sharing resources and information, but was also occasionally a distribution center for gossips.

Maria vaguely remembered that she had watched similar scenes on the forum of Heaven.

Was it because Anthony had dressed up like this in the past and was photographed by others?

“If you are done gawking at me, may we Leave now? If that's okay with you."

Anthony smiled happily after catching Maria off-guard staring at him. Maria blushed, Lowered her head, and whizzed out of the room.

Half an hour Later, they reached the Writers' Association in Sheffield.

“You go ahead and attend to your matters. I'll wait for you in the parking lot," Anthony said.

"Okay."

Seeing that Anthony might get bored waiting in the parking lot, Maria made up her mind to finish her task as quickly as possible and return to him.

The office of the president of the Sheffield Writers’ Association was located in an old building with only five floors and it was a period architecture.

This old building was distinctive in appearance. Each floor consisted of just one office room and the rest of the rooms were archives.

The staff of each floor also shouldered the responsibilities of the archive's administrator.

Curt, the president of the Writers' Association, who was also the archivist, worked on the fifth floor.

Since the president of the Writers' Association looked after those files in person, it was clear that those files were indeed the most confidential ones!

Ordinary people could not even walk into this building without a special permit.

Greta had been waiting downstairs impatiently for a long time for Maria. When she saw Maria, she greeted her with some degree of relief.

"Can you please explain it to me? Why should I autograph one hundred books?"

Maria looked at Greta, far from charmed.

Greta blushed and said, “Well, it's none of my business. This is between you and my Grandpa, so please keep me out of it."

"I see, Greta.”

Maria went straight to Curt's office on the fifth floor.