"Just found out," Evelyn Winter said. "Did Nora Scott learn chanical Techniques from Master?"
"Yes, and her skills aren’t inconsiderable," Dean Carter praised Nora Scott without reservation. "Master said she completed her training at ten, then was sent to learn martial arts."
"Ten?"
Evelyn Winter was taken aback.
Damn, she only started learning at ten, and Nora Scott was already at the peak?
Dean Carter said, "That’s what Master said."
Antonio Easton was known for speaking truthfully, never exaggerating.
"Oh," Evelyn Winter was doubtful. "Do you keep in contact with her often?"
"Not often, just occasional contact."
Evelyn Winter did not question Dean Carter’s words.
Nora Scott didn’t even inform him of Antonio Easton’s passing, so the "occasional" contact he ntioned might be sowhat embellished.
After a brief pause, Dean Carter proactively asked, "Do you need her contact information?"
"No need."
Evelyn Winter refused.
If fated, they will et.
Besides, she had no reason to seek out Nora Scott.
After a brief pause, Evelyn Winter instructed, "Go to pay respects at Master’s grave when you have ti."
"Got it."
Not knowing about it was fine, but now that it’s known, a visit must definitely be made.
Evelyn Winter didn’t say much more and hung up the phone.
This senior sister, even at a young age, was already assertive, with a crisp and decisive style of doing things. Dean Carter was long used to it, and the sudden hang-up seed perfectly natural to him.
However, the news of Antonio Easton’s passing...
Truly shocked him.
It took him a full three minutes to completely calm down. He picked up his phone, intending to send Nora Scott a ssage but thought otherwise and decided against it.
Nora Scott not notifying him showed that whether he knew or not wasn’t that important.
Absent-mindedly logging into his email, Dean Carter attempted to get back to work, but the first email he saw left him stunned.
Three words: Report letter.
Report who?
Dean Carter, filled with doubt, opened the email, and the explosive amount of information was received by his brain in a short ti.
Anastasia, photo, IP address, false rumors on social dia, Nora Scott, and Ernesto Scott...
This Anastasia!
The last ti in the office, she suffered a big loss and was forced to resign from her position as class teacher, yet she didn’t learn to restrain herself and even sared his master’s granddaughter online...
With a grim expression, Dean Carter picked up his landline and dialed a number.
"Tell Anastasia to co to my office."
After solemnly giving the instruction, Dean Carter hung up the phone.
anwhile, the phone started ringing—
It was an unfamiliar number.
Having learned two major pieces of news in succession, Dean Carter had no goodwill towards the sudden call, but after hesitating, he still answered it.
"Hello, is this Dean Carter? I’m Ernesto Scott." The man’s voice on the phone was fiery, cold, and hard. "The parent of Oliver Scott from second-year class three at your school."
Ernesto Scott?
Dean Carter’s eyelids twitched, his gaze fell on the computer screen, showing a photo of Nora Scott and Ernesto Scott together.
This man...
Smiling like that with Nora Scott, he clearly seed untrustworthy.
Dean Carter greeted evenly, "Hello, Mr. Scott. Is there sothing you need?"
"Last year, during the Affiliated Middle School parents’ eting, soone took photos of and my daughter at the school and spread false rumors online. I hope the school can cooperate in investigating this matter." Ernesto Scott was seething with rage, his words direct and to the point.
"... Wait a minute, your daughter?"
Dean Carter was puzzled.
He only knew that Nora Scott was Evelyn Easton’s daughter, and given Evelyn Easton’s divorce, she was raised by Antonio Easton, but didn’t actually know who Nora Scott’s father was.
"Nora Scott is my daughter, biologically," Ernesto Scott paused, emphasizing, "a legitimate child."
"..."
Dean Carter gradually began to understand the source of Ernesto Scott’s fury.
Sighing, Dean Carter softened his tone, adding a touch of amiability, "Mr. Scott, we also take this matter very seriously at our school. However, I believe we have a lead on the person you’re looking for."
"Who is it?"
Enraged, Ernesto Scott raised his voice sharply.
Raising a hand to rub his temple, Dean Carter sighed deeply with a sense of helplessness, "I’m very sorry, it’s a teacher from our school. I will ensure she gives you a satisfactory explanation."
*
Biel Security Industries Ltd.
A silver car was parked outside the gate.
The car window rolled down as Nora Scott rested her elbow on the windowsill and then leaned her head out, catching sight of the "Biel Security" sign on the stone wall at the gate, her eyebrows raised as her eyes probed further inside—
Nora Scott froze for a mont, her fingers sliding her sunglasses down slightly, bringing the bright and clear scene into focus.
However, everything she saw remained unchanged.
The company’s location was a bit secluded, but the expansive area it covered was jaw-dropping.
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