Chapter 225: Arising Matter on Live

It was Friday, and Mr. Thornton checked the time to ensure he was not late for the show. "1:10 pm," he muttered to himself. With that, he got dressed, donning his best suit and tie. He meticulously combed his hair, wanting to make a good impression on national television.

Arriving at the show only took him about 10 minutes, and when he checked the time again, he noted, "1:20 pm," as he stepped out of his vehicle and peered at the BBC building. The anticipation built up inside him; this was another chance to speak out.

In this sense, he saw that the building was, of course, an iconic structure. He observed the Broadcasting House looming majestically, its Art Deco facade gleaming under the sun. The building's distinctive Portland stone had an ethereal glow against the clear blue sky, reflecting the prestige of the institution.

Looking at the front entrance from the car park, he saw that the entrance was framed by tall, elegant windows bustling with activity. Reporters and staff moved pu