Chapter 815: Nobody Had Faith in Her
Time ticked away, second by second...
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Half an hour passed, not as long as one might imagine.
Just as the snow outside began to pick up, the host turned his back, shifting his gaze from admiring the snow back to the others, and took a deep breath, "Is there any colleague who would volunteer?"
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Three minutes went by.
The result was the same, no response.
He waited a little longer, still no response.
"Well then... today's mission meeting will end here... I'll explain it to the leader later," the host said, looking as if the sky had fallen, almost to tears.
Some had already started to shift their chairs, preparing to leave.
The "creak-creak" sound of friction arose...
It was then that someone made up their mind, stood up, and said, "I am willing to undertake this photography task."
As soon as the words were spoken.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on the person who had stood up.
It was no other than Elena Finnegan.