Steward Turner left.
He fled in panic.
He had a lawyer, and the evidence was solid.
He had bodyguards, so there was nothing to fear.
Originally, whether it was reasoning or confronting, Steward Turner could always be confident, without any pretense.
In fact, at the beginning, he was indeed like this.
But—
Everything changed completely the mont Nora Scott appeared.
Nora Scott didn’t reason with him or present evidence, just standing there alone was enough to frighten him, as if her very presence was an intimidation, causing him extre fear.
Because the incident with Rosie Sullivan was quite a spectacle, half of the employees on the fourth floor were watching, and more and more were gathering.
By the ti Steward Turner left with his people, most employees had gathered around. Naturally, they all saw Steward Turner’s cowardly display in front of Nora Scott.
"Judging by Master Turner’s performance, why does it feel like our new Hall Master is so ruthless, extrely savage terrorist?"
"Feels like the Hall Master could take his life the next second."
"Suddenly, I can accept such a Hall Master. It feels suffocating for us, but facing outsiders... gosh, it’s so satisfying, isn’t it?"
"Such an exhilarating scene is sothing I’d only dare dream about during daydreams."
"Is this sothing that could actually happen in reality?"
...
The onlookers couldn’t help but mutter.
The focus of their discussion, however, acted as if they hadn’t heard, simply tilting her head to glance at Rosie standing on one side.
Then, retracting her gaze, she prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
Rosie called out to her.
Taking two steps forward, Rosie ca to Nora Scott’s side, tilting her head and studying Nora Scott with a hint of curiosity, "You’re Master Scott?"
"...Yeah."
Nora Scott didn’t pause, carrying her bag towards the elevator.
The surrounding people naturally stepped aside.
"I’m Rosie Sullivan." Rosie, following behind, glanced at her aningfully, then lowered her voice by a few decibels, quietly saying, "The Sullivans of Xiangel City."
Nora Scott paused, casting a sidelong glance at her.
The Sullivans of Xiangel City.
In an era where chanical Techniques were declining, the few families that still studied it, only the Sullivans of Xiangel City retained so fa.
You could say they had so skills.
Five years ago, Nora Scott heard about the Sullivans establishing a chanism City deep in the wilderness, so legendary. Plus, she heard Antonio Easton was from Xiangel City, having co to Fenton City following his grandmother, making her assu Antonio Easton had so connection to the Sullivans in Xiangel City.
Out of curiosity, she went to find chanism City.
Barging through all the way, unhard.
Her evaluation was: flashy but useless, fooling ordinary people.
—This girl, from the Sullivan family?
Over five years, many mories had faded, she only rembered chanism City was a hollow facade, as for the people... she couldn’t rember a single one.
anwhile, the two walked out of the crowd.
Under Nora Scott’s intimidation, no one dared follow, but the discussions grew louder.
"I’ve changed my opinion of her."
"Compared to that Steward Turner, she is truly too kind to us. Thankful for the rcy of sparing our lives."
"Seems like I get why the old Hall Master insisted on passing the position to her. So commanding outside, what scene couldn’t she handle?"
"Oh no, oh no, I don’t dislike her at all now. Soone slap awake?"
"...I need soone to wake too."
...
All the technical personnel working on the fourth floor had a nine-to-five schedule, the sa as any other company employees. The spectacle of Nora Scott intimidating Steward Turner was sothing they’d never seen before, and they were quite excited at the mont.
"Ahem."
Suddenly a cough interrupted their enthusiastic discussions.
Upon realizing the source of the sound, each of them fell silent in due ti.
Amy Mansfield was...
She had been beaten by Nora Scott in the morning.
Frowning slightly, Amy Mansfield wasn’t angry but simply said blandly, "Disperse."
When Amy Mansfield spoke, people listened.
So, those blocking the way ahead and behind gradually dispersed, pairing up as they returned to their workspaces.
However, the discussions about Nora Scott hadn’t stopped.
Standing there for a few seconds, Amy Mansfield suddenly exhaled, slowly, as if a long-held breath had finally been released.
She feared the new Hall Master was a pretty face, a hollow structure, unable to handle the big picture;
She feared the new Hall Master couldn’t do anything, only ordering around with the Token, feigning power;
She feared the new Hall Master would break the rules, arousing public anger, causing chaos within Biel Hall;
...
But all these worries dissipated in large part with Steward Turner’s cowardly, submissive display in front of Nora Scott.
She still couldn’t fully endorse Nora Scott.
But just for that scene earlier—
She could watch Nora Scott sit as Hall Master.
As long as Nora Scott could continue to hold the position.
*
Outside the elevator doors.
"When you stord the chanism City, I was nearby, watching you go in."
Rosie stood next to Nora Scott, speaking with great enthusiasm.
"I originally thought you’d be carried out, but later I heard you left unscathed," Rosie continued. "I didn’t expect that five years later, you’d beco the new Hall Master."
Nora squinted, "You rember ?"
"..." Rosie blinked, then burst into laughter, "With your face, it’s hard to forget, right?"
"..."
The reason seed quite plausible.
Tilting her head, Rosie’s eyes sparkled, and she smiled slightly, "But I didn’t recognize you at first glance. I only rembered after seeing how familiar you were with Steward Turner."
"Oh."
Nora responded.
At the sa ti, the door opened.
She stepped inside.
Unexpectedly, Rosie followed closely, "Where are you going?"
"Going ho after work."
"Then let see you off," Rosie said readily. "I ca to handle the Turner Clan’s matters, but since you dealt with it, I have nothing else to do."
After saying this, she asked, "Why is that Steward Turner so afraid of you?"
Nora recalled for a mont.
Then said, "It’s a long story."
"Can’t you make a long story short?" Rosie laughed.
"Long story short—"
"What?"
Rosie leaned in closer.
Nora chuckled softly, speaking slowly, "He’s a coward."
"..."
Rosie was astonished.
Ah, ah, ah, she’s going to love this new Hall Master to death!
*
Downstairs of the office building.
Steward Turner walked out the door with a sullen face.
At this mont, there was no sign of the cowardly deanor he had in front of Nora.
"Steward Turner, obviously we have the upper hand, why did we leave?"
A mber of the Turner Clan followed behind Steward Turner, utterly baffled.
No matter how one looked at it, they had the upper hand in this matter.
Why was Steward Turner so afraid of that "Miss Scott?"
As pretty as she was, with a bit of aura, but not enough to warrant such fear, surely...
Steward Turner scolded with a stern face, "What do you know?"
"..."
The person imdiately fell silent under his fierce gaze.
With a cold expression, Steward Turner took a deep breath, warning with ill temper, "In the vast northwest, offend anyone but her! From now on, Biel Hall is off-limits, got it?!"
"But," that person shrank back, "what about Master Turner..."
"I’ll handle the explanation!"
Steward Turner furrowed his brow, but didn’t worry much about this.
That person was stunned: not only did they not get the money, but they also have to give back tenfold. They also failed to vent their anger over Master Turner’s matter, and they have to hand over criminal evidence... With all this, isn’t Steward Turner worried about Master Turner’s rage?
He was full of suspicion.
But, he dared not speak out.
Steward Turner indeed wasn’t worried.
—Because, to avoid provoking Nora and to obey her every command, all were orders given by Master Turner beforehand.
Three years ago, the Turner Clan nearly fell at Nora’s hands.
The cause was still Master Turner.
The Turner Clan was in the northwest, and at that ti, Nora was also there.
Nora was beautiful, drawing attention wherever she went, Master Turner took a liking to her at first sight, but his intentions were impure, trying to use tricks that night to force himself on Nora.
The result was predictable, Master Turner not only failed but was also tornted by Nora, landing him in the hospital.
Master Turner, already doting on his son, flew into a rage upon seeing his beloved son injured, without saying a word, sought soone to deal with Nora after learning the cause and effect.
Never expecting, that very night, all those people were sent to the police station by Nora.
Later on—
Injured and recovering in the hospital, Master Turner was surely beaten up once a day without any evidence left;
The Turner Clan faced all sorts of misfortune in life and business, facing suppression from various forces.
Everything went wrong.
Even stepping out brought various crisis events.
Master Turner realized he’d hit a wall, hurried to apologize and offer many benefits to Nora, eventually paying a large sum before the matter was settled.
Ever since, the Turner Clan couldn’t even ntion "Nora Scott."
Now crossing paths with Nora—
If every matter isn’t aligned with Nora, does the Turner Clan want to relive the events from three years ago?
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