Julian Linfield waved his hand broadly, "After a hundred years, this house will be yours."
"Thanks." Nora Scott replied numbly, then coldly and ruthlessly asked, "How about making a will now?"
With a carefree smile, Julian didn’t argue with her, but leaned in slightly and asked mysteriously, "Do you know you owe a favor?"
"..."
Nora paused.
Julian stroked his beard and smiled brightly and kindly, but his words were full of threat, "Be careful, the task I assign you could lead to your early demise."
"..."
Damn!
Nora imdiately reined herself in.
Boss Alex’s advice to avoid accumulating debts of gratitude was indeed wise.
Seeing her submission, Julian smiled contentedly and handed her a bamboo cup, "Go pour so tea."
"The kind with poison?"
Nora grabbed the bamboo cup and stood up.
Julian grunted, "Without martial arts to protect yourself, forget about an early demise; you might not even reach adulthood."
"Thank my martial arts that can put you six feet under any ti."
With a slow toss of words, Nora strolled inside.
Julian: "..."
Irritated by Nora, Julian glanced down at the untouched vegetable pancake, raised his voice, and shouted, "Vegetable pancake!"
"Pack it up, when we go out to eat tonight, I’ll use soone as your guinea pig."
"..."
Julian said nothing, but his brows and eyes showed a hint of laughter, clearly satisfied.
*
Over a week, Nora lived her life as usual.
She stayed in Yangel for three days.
Although dealing with the Yangel Biel Hall mbers was annoying, spending a few days of secluded life in the bamboo forest owned by Julian was more relaxing than anything else.
After three days, she found a contact person in Yangel and, according to her original plan, got a car and began driving to Returning Seal City.
Along the way, she mooched food and saw a few old friends, even filling the car with local specialties.
Therefore—
She didn’t know that Isabella Hart, after countless online exposes, had fallen from grace and beca a rat everyone wanted to stomp.
She didn’t know that on the Weibo celebrity rankings, "Nora Scott" far surpassed all celebrities, firmly holding the top spot with unshakeable numbers, becoming the undeniable traffic star.
She didn’t know that "Nora Scott," overnight, had the most comprehensive and well-organized fan club, with fighting power comparable to any current entertainnt circle traffic fan base.
She didn’t know...
After "Nora Scott" skyrocketed to fa overnight, many people beca envious, threatening so people’s interests, leading to so true and false statents slowly perating online.
What’s rapidly grown must eventually wane.
Extres lead to reversals.
It’s always a normal trend.
*
Sunday, two in the afternoon.
Cloudwater Haven.
Nora parked her car in the underground garage, then, carrying a backpack, took the elevator up to her ho.
Not having been ho for a while, Nora paused for two seconds at the door before entering the password.
Once the password lock opened, she pushed the door and walked in.
However—
"Rose!"
The mont the door opened, Nora heard a childish voice, sweet and tender, but with a sharp tone.
Sothing darted out, a flash of white passed before her eyes, and then her pant leg was tugged.
Looking down, it was indeed Rose.
Raising her eyes again, a little boy ran over within Nora’s sight, his nose and eyes were strikingly beautiful, leaving a sense of familiarity in her mind with just one glance.
Seeing soone standing at the door, the little boy stopped and lifted his tiny head, his dark, clear eyes blinked.
The two of them gazed at each other, big eyes watching little eyes.
Nora: "..." Marcus Shaw’s illegitimate child?
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