The middle-aged man’s face was stern, his expression solemn, as he coldly looked at Rosie Sullivan.
"You Biel Hall claim to follow the rules, talk the talk, but you know exactly how well you actually do things."
"You ca to help us, but ended up injuring our Master and putting him in the hospital."
"In the end, it turned so ugly, and half of the things clearly stated in the contract were not fulfilled. And yet, you still want the final paynt?"
"We brought our lawyer, so let’s go through the contract and the rules, one by one."
...
The man’s attitude was uncompromising, his words aggressive.
A few employees nearby paused, secretly observing, their expressions quite unpleasant.
They had heard a thing or two about this case and knew so inside information. Seeing Rosie Sullivan being challenged like this, they felt indignant.
"Injuring their Master and putting him in the hospital? It was clearly because their Master had outrageous audacity, trying to take advantage of Rosie because she was beautiful. It’s lucky he didn’t lose more."
"Twisting the truth, confusing right and wrong."
"What’s going on?"
"The Turner Family is the real culprit. They initially intended to gather intelligence to attack their rival, but in the end, Rosie’s investigation revealed they were at fault, and she inadvertently helped their rival. Of course, all the intelligence was properly delivered to the Turner Family, so technically, it wasn’t against the rules."
"Rosie’s done this kind of thing quite a bit, she’s a bit of a repeat offender. Her performance reviews are full of negative feedback, hahaha."
"Seeing how they’ve co to confront her, I guess they have so evidence against her? Will Rosie be in trouble?"
"I heard this ti so of the intelligence and requirents weren’t t. They even brought a lawyer, so they must have a case. I wonder if our legal departnt can handle it."
"If there’s a problem, the potential compensation could be significant. Especially in cases like Rosie’s, where she finds dirt on clients and holds back information secretly, it’s easy to get caught. I think she’s been fined several tis, having to use all her earnings to pay penalties."
"Never learns her lesson. Always seems to clash with money."
...
The employees whispered among themselves, occasionally letting their words fall upon Nora Scott’s ears.
She roughly understood the circumstances.
Rosie...姐?
This little girl is probably younger than any of these employees.
"Call up the legal departnt."
Rosie Sullivan, annoyed by the man’s ramblings, quickly grew impatient and gestured to a nearby person, giving them an instruction.
The person nodded and went off to carry out the order.
"Hmph."
The man snorted coldly, glancing at soone behind him.
"Miss Sullivan, this is our Master Turner’s lab report," the lawyer stepped forward, handing a stack of printed papers to Rosie Sullivan, "According to the hospital’s injury assessnt, Master Turner has suffered second-degree minor injuries. Because your actions constitute intentional injury, we have the right to prosecute you at any ti."
Rosie Sullivan’s expression turned cold.
Her voice dropped to a chilly tone, "So you bet I have no evidence of his misconduct?"
"Misconduct?" The man sneered arrogantly, full of confidence, "That’s just your side of the story. Our Master Turner acts with integrity and would never do any such thing to you."
Clearly, they ca prepared.
Rosie Sullivan squinted her eyes.
She initially thought they were just here for "compensation," didn’t expect the Turner family to be so insidious, digging up sothing from a month or two ago to argue about.
Of course, there’s surveillance footage.
But now, it’s surely been destroyed by them.
With no proof on her side, while the Turner family has a glaring assessnt report.
The current situation was not favorable for her.
At this mont, Nora Scott, who had been watching indifferently, raised her eyebrows and leisurely walked toward the crowd.
"Steward Turner, feeling brave, aren’t we?"
Her lazy tone, her voice unhurried, carried a hint of carelessness.
As soon as her voice ca out, the attention that had been focused on Rosie Sullivan suddenly shifted to her.
Seeing Nora Scott, everyone was taken aback.
The middle-aged man’s expression changed even more.
Before long, Nora Scott reached the center of the crowd, her eyes slightly narrowed, one hand in her pocket, looking coolly at the middle-aged man.
Her lips curled, her lazy intonation carrying a streak of malice, "Coming to my turf to make trouble?"
Her presence amplified dramatically!
The previously overbearing middle-aged man froze for a few seconds, and by the ti her last word landed, he shrank back, his aura completely collapsing, as if he had physically shrunk three inches.
"Miss..."
The man opened his mouth, his voice caught in his throat, unable to speak.
After a brief pause, he lowered his head, respectfully and fearfully addressing her, "Miss Scott."
Everyone: ???
What’s going on?
The boastful Stewart Turner had suddenly turned into a cringing coward at Nora Scott’s re appearance?
Rosie Sullivan turned her head at the sound, and upon seeing Nora Scott, she was also stunned, her eyes widening slightly.
Nora Scott didn’t notice Rosie Sullivan, her gaze fixed directly on Steward Turner, her chin slightly raised.
"I asked you a question."
Her words were sharp, carried with determination.
Steward Turner visibly trembled.
The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded.
What kind of developnt is this?
At the sa ti—
Unable to resist the groundhog scream of "ah ah ah" in my heart.
Whoa, is the Hall Master’s arrogant and domineering attitude towards outsiders really this thrilling?!
"I, this..." Steward Turner turned pale instantly, unable to argue, so he could only beg, "Miss Scott, we didn’t know this was your territory."
Nora Scott’s eyes turned cold, sharply intimidating, "Now you know?"
"I know."
Steward Turner nodded quickly.
Who could have known this ancestor was part of Biel Hall?!
If he’d known she was here, let alone himself, even Elder Turner the Fifth wouldn’t dare ss with Biel Hall.
How could they dare to bring people to Biel Hall to make trouble?
Nora Scott’s gaze swept chillingly toward the lawyer, pausing for a second on the injury assessnt report in his hands.
Sohow, with just one look from her, the lawyer felt a chill in his heart, couldn’t help but shiver, then nervously stepped forward and handed the injury assessnt report over.
When he stepped back, cold sweat ran down his spine.
Holding the assessnt report, Nora Scott casually flipped through it, her tone icy, "Have I not said before? Your Master, if he doesn’t learn from his mistakes—"
"Miss Scott!"
Steward Turner nearly knelt before her, his head bowed, not daring to look directly.
He said, "It’s our fault, we shouldn’t have co to your territory to make trouble. Whatever solution you propose, we’ll comply, we just ask you to spare Master Turner!"
"..."
Everyone in the room took a sharp breath, lowering their heads to pick up their jaws and eyeballs.
Whoa... what the...?
Is this still the well-prepared Steward Turner who ca to make trouble?
They had evidence in hand and loopholes to exploit; by right, they should be on the winning side. How co as soon as the new Hall Master appeared, Steward Turner was scared into a pathetic picture of absolute regret?
—Is their Hall Master really that impressive?
Nora Scott raised her eyelid, lazily uttering a single word, "Money."
"We’ll pay double!"
Steward Turner decisively stated.
Nora Scott scoffed, "Offering alms to a beggar?"
Everyone: "..."
???
Hall Master!
Are you a bandit?!
At that mont, Amy Mansfield heard the news that Rosie was at a disadvantage and rushed over, only to see Steward Turner being submissive to Nora Scott, while Nora exuded power fiercely. She twisted her ankle and nearly fell.
... Damn?
Why does this feel oddly satisfying?
Steward Turner gritted his teeth, dared not bargain, and quickly quoted, "Tenfold!"
"It goes through today."
Nora Scott spared him.
"Yes!"
Steward Turner agreed swiftly, not daring to hesitate for even a second.
Everyone fell silent, staring wide-eyed at this scene, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Is this really happening?
Willingly taking a beating the whole ti?
What kind of ruthless and fierce background does their new Hall Master have to make Steward Turner, who ca with a justified reason, this frightened?!
"This one?"
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, holding up the injury assessnt report rolled into a cylinder.
Steward Turner looked at it with embarrassnt, then quickly lowered his head, "I promise here, we will never bother Miss Sullivan again. If Miss Scott you’re not reassured... we bought the surveillance on Master Turner against Miss Sullivan... We can leave Miss Sullivan a copy. It completely proves Miss Sullivan’s actions were self-defense."
"Heh."
Nora Scott coldly tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Bystanders felt an uncontrollable surge of anger listening.
So insidious!
To target Rosie, using such despicable and shaless ans to the extre!
Raising her hand, she threw the paper cylinder at Steward Turner, coldly uttering a word—
"Scram."
The paper hit Steward Turner on the head, then scattered all around, falling to the ground.
Every move exuded arrogance!
All eyes gathered on her shifted to shock, excitent, thrill, and... mixed with a little bit of admiration.
"Thank you, Miss Scott!"
Despite being humiliated like this, Steward Turner wasn’t angry or annoyed, but rather gratefully nodded.
He even crouched down, picking up the paper from the ground, his fingers trembling, movents frantic, collecting each piece, and only after offering more praises to Nora Scott, did he lead his people away.
Hurried steps, resembling a defeated dog.
In his eyes—
Nora Scott seed like a demonic presence.
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