"Hello."
The woman’s voice was gentle and polite, but tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Leaning back in the chair, Nora Scott raised an eyebrow and went straight to the point: "I’m looking for Pedro Langley."
"Mr. Langley is in a eting. He asked to relay a ssage to you—" the woman paused, fearful of making a mistake, and repeated word for word, "During the Cold War, suspend contact."
Nora Scott: ???
Who the hell is in a cold war with him?
Is he throwing a tantrum?
"Hope you’re in a good mood."
The other line quickly cut off the call.
Nora Scott frowned, looking at the phone showing the call ended, and a few seconds later, she tossed it to the back seat.
Damn it!
This shaless guy, if he’s so capable, why doesn’t he just fly to heaven?
...
anwhile, at Fernwood Entertainnt Company.
The female assistant who just finished the call put Pedro Langley’s phone away, then walked out of the office, tip-toeing to her desk.
Looking around to make sure no one was there, she sneakily took out her phone and sent a ssage to a company gossip group.
[^_^]: The boss just went to a eting, gave a task before leaving, do you know how explosive it is?
Many were slacking off at work, and the screen was imdiately filled with a bunch of question marks.
[Is Mr. Langley finally coming out?]
[With Camilo from next door at Victor Technology?]
[Hahaha, I ship this, PR departnt, get ready.]
[^_^]: Hell no! Let tell you, the boss is suspected of being in a relationship!
[^_^]: The boss said if a call cos in, just say eight words: During the Cold War, suspend contact. And right after he left, a call did co. It was from a woman.
[^_^]: The scariest part is, do you know what the boss’s contact na is?
[^_^]: Queen! Queen! Queen! The Queen herself, so charming, right?!
[^_^]: Speaking of which, that woman’s voice was really commanding! I almost kneeled when I heard it! The boss is definitely on a tight leash!
[Whoa, during the Cold War, suspend contact. The boss’s temper is sure to leave him single forever.]
[Hahaha, hearing it like this, it feels like an arrogant puppy-like CEO trying to reclaim sovereignty with a cold war approach? I actually find it a bit cute.]
[Puppy? Cute? Girl, did you forget the last ti he gave you a look, and you were so scared you almost collapsed for half a day?]
[Let’s not dwell on that if we want to stay friends.]
...
[Aren’t you curious about the enigmatic Queen who has both allure and restraint?]
A sudden inquiry in the chat box paused the lively discussion for a few seconds.
Then, countless ssages exploded—
[Yeah, who exactly is this woman?]
[An industry insider?]
[It would take soone with three heads and six arms to ta the boss, right?]
[@^_^, please keep a close eye on Mr. Langley’s romance gossip, desperately need firsthand information!]
[It can’t be an industry insider. There are only a few standout female stars in the circle; which one would catch Mr. Langley’s eye? Who would dare be called Queen by him? Mark my words, if the boss gets soone from the industry, I’ll eat shit live.]
[Eat shit. 1]
...
[Eat shit. 10086]
...
The group was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
*
Inside a certain studio.
Montague yawned, climbed out from a pile of blueprints, and dazedly looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar studio, gradually regaining his senses.
The sound of a key in the lock echoed, and the next mont, the door opened.
Eduardo ca in, carrying two bags.
"Awake?"
"Yeah."
Montague responded, then slumped back onto the table.
"Ethan Scott ordered us takeout; it looks quite upscale," Eduardo ca over, clearing away so discarded blueprints, "Let’s eat first, your stomach’s important."
"I wish I were dead."
Montague lay still.
Eduardo: "..."
He looked sympathetically at Montague, who had been tornted beyond recognition for days.
Sighing, he walked over to Montague, stretched out a mischievous hand, and gave his already disheveled hair a good ruffle.
After ssing with it, Eduardo patted Montague’s shoulder, relaxing him while joking, "Silly, aren’t you? Doubting life, right? Admit it, we’re just idiots! Useless! People like us don’t deserve to live in this world, even breathing is a waste of resources!"
"Get lost, you—"
Montague reluctantly straightened up, and playfully cursed while swinging an elbow back.
Eduardo jumped back a step to avoid it, then took a big step forward again.
"But seriously," Montague rubbed his face and regained so spirit. He picked up the glasses beside him and put them on, dejected, "I used to think I was quite excellent... Why are you laughing?"
Eduardo quickly stifled his laughter and patted his shoulder, "Winning scholarships every year, publishing paper after paper, a top student, no need to be so modest."
"But this project..." Montague pointed to the papers scattered all over the table, slumped his shoulders, and looked dispirited, "Why can’t we do it?"
"There’s no way around it, everyone has their limits. Sotis we have to admit our own capabilities are limited."
Hearing Eduardo’s optimistic comfort, Montague couldn’t help but sigh.
Last month, Professor Duncan suddenly approached them, saying that a senior who graduated earlier from Capital Tech had a project that needed manpower, so Professor Duncan ca to ask their opinions.
They got in touch and found out it was a project related to chanical Techniques—
A lotus flower that could bloom by itself through chanical settings, without any external force.
Since they had previously worked together to replicate Nora Scott’s chanical table, they were interested in this project and agreed to it.
Unexpectedly, what they initially intended as a challenge almost tortured them to death over days.
Staying up all night every day, continuously burning the midnight oil, faced with one problem after another, they were almost living in the workshop, but progress remained slow, like a snail’s pace.
Three days ago, they encountered a problem that, in order to solve, allowed them only three or four hours of sleep a day. But reality did not reward their efforts, and up to now, they had made no progress at all.
Eduardo opened a takeout bag, "Let’s eat first. I think with these chanics, apart from solid knowledge and a rich imagination, it also relies on experience with failure. We’ve hit a bottleneck; no matter how much we research, it won’t help."
"Not enough capability, not enough ti. Without assistance, we won’t be able to complete this project."
Montague took the rice Eduardo handed over.
Eduardo tossed him a pair of chopsticks, then suddenly turned and winked at him, "How about—"
"What?"
Breaking apart the chopsticks, Montague listlessly continued the conversation.
Eduardo pushed him playfully, "Nora Scott, our senior!"
"Huh?"
Montague leaned back his head.
"Didn’t you say Senior Nora Scott specializes in Ancient chanism Technique? In terms of chanical Techniques, her level definitely surpasses ours. The chanical table she made five years ago—we couldn’t even replicate it one-to-one; her skills must be even better now. With her..."
Seeing Eduardo get more excited as he spoke, Montague sighed heavily.
He poured cold water on the idea, "Did you forget? We don’t have her contact."
"..."
Eduardo instantly beca mute.
Right.
To protect their lives, they were too cowardly to ask.
Montague chewed blandly on a mouthful of rice with his chopsticks, then said, "Let’s contact Professor Duncan later and see what he suggests."
"...Alright."
Eduardo nodded in disappointnt.
Watching Montague eat the rice, Eduardo helplessly started taking out the dishes one by one and pushing them towards Montague.
Montague had been tornted badly recently; besides researching chanism diagrams, he was only eating, showering, and sleeping, yet he managed to ss up even these three daily activities.
Originally, after a few days of research, Eduardo thought the challenge was too great and wanted to quit, but seeing Montague’s persistence, he could only stick it out for the sake of brotherhood.
Half an hour later—
After clearing the table, Eduardo looked at Montague, who was hanging up a phone call, and imdiately stopped moving.
He quickly asked, "What did Professor Duncan say?"
Montague, with his hand holding the phone lowered, turned around and stared blankly at Eduardo, "Professor Duncan suggested we go find Senior Nora Scott."
"Ha?"
"He also said this project is difficult to implent, and with our abilities, it would take over two years to study. He recomnded us to take it on just to get so training, didn’t think we’d actually complete it."
"..."
Eduardo was deeply hit by this.
"And," after a pause, Montague raised the phone with the dark screen, his eyes under the glasses bright, "Professor Duncan said among the people he knows, if there’s anyone who can finish this project within two months, it would be—"
The phone screen lit up, showing a WeChat ssage from Professor Duncan.
[Professor Duncan]: [screenshot]
[Professor Duncan]: Nora Scott’s phone number.
At the sa ti, Montague confidently stated, "Senior Nora Scott."
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