Rosie Sullivan put Nora Scott in the car, asked for her WeChat, and then contentedly returned to the office building.
She didn’t go to the fourth floor; instead, she took the stairs straight to the third floor.
Familiar with the way, she arrived outside Barton Mansfield’s office.
The door was open, and a quick glance inside confird that Amy Mansfield and Barton Mansfield were both there.
"I knew you’d co looking for Barton." Rosie Sullivan entered with a smile and greeted Barton, "Hey Barton."
Barton Mansfield asked, "Has the person been sent off?"
"Yeah."
"How do you feel?"
"She’s just the Hall Master I imagined." Rosie Sullivan dragged a chair over, placed it beside Amy, sat down, and comnted, "Beautiful, awe-inspiring, charismatic... oh, and gentle."
"Gentle?"
Amy Mansfield twitched her mouth, almost doubting whether Rosie Sullivan misunderstood the word "gentle."
"Yeah." Rosie Sullivan chuckled, emphasizing, "She is quite a gentle person, you can tell when talking to her."
Amy Mansfield: "..."
"Don’t be biased against our new Hall Master." Rosie Sullivan reached out and grabbed Amy Mansfield’s arm. "Keep an open mind, you might end up liking her."
Amy Mansfield got goosebumps all over and silently moved her hand away.
Seeing her reaction, Rosie Sullivan chuckled lightly and shrugged.
"Rosie."
Barton Mansfield slightly intensified his tone and called her with significance.
"Ah?"
His fingers gently tapping the table, Barton Mansfield looked at her with deep eyes, speaking slowly, "You tell , how many tis have you been approached at your doorstep now?"
Frowning, Rosie Sullivan leaned back, crossing her arms.
She replied displeased, "I can’t tolerate them."
"We are responsible for intelligence, nothing else."
"Do we just watch them use our intelligence to do disgusting things?"
"There’s no clear black and white. With confidentiality agreents in place, as long as it’s not illegal, we must pretend we don’t know," Barton Mansfield reminded word by word, "You need to have professional ethics."
"..."
Rosie Sullivan pursed her lips, falling silent.
Barton Mansfield kept his eyes locked on her, not backing down.
The atmosphere beca a bit stiff.
Eventually, Amy Mansfield secretly tugged at Rosie Sullivan and then intervened to smooth things over, "Alright, since this matter has been resolved, let’s just move on. Don’t repeat it next ti."
Barton Mansfield frowned, "You say that every ti."
Rosie Sullivan pouted, "But I can’t help it."
"You think that makes you right?" Barton Mansfield asked in a deep voice.
With a light hum, Rosie Sullivan muttered softly, "It’s not like I’m wrong."
Amy Mansfield tugged on her again.
Rosie Sullivan paused, then suddenly her eyes lit up, "With just a word from the Hall Master, she earned ten tis as much—"
"The money has already been credited," Barton Mansfield said, dampening Rosie Sullivan’s budding excitent instantly, "But none of it’s yours."
Rosie Sullivan pressed her lips, "The commissions I handle, don’t I get a cut of the earnings?"
"These were the Hall Master’s earnings; if there’s any allocation, it should go to her," Barton Mansfield stated, "Besides, considering your repeated breaches of contract spirit, it’s already kind not to deduct your pay."
Amy Mansfield signaled to Barton Mansfield to say no more, then turned her head to scrutinize Rosie Sullivan suspiciously, "Are you running out of money again?"
Rosie Sullivan: "..."
Working at Biel Hall, she earned a lot. However, due to frequent fines, large sums kept going out, leaving her with barely any pocket money.
While her colleagues lived lavishly, she was pinching pennies just to get by.
"This month—"
"Don’t spoil her."
Amy Mansfield started to speak but was interrupted by Barton Mansfield.
Amy Mansfield looked at Barton, defending Rosie Sullivan, "Are you going to feed her if she starves?"
"Exactly."
Rosie Sullivan nodded earnestly.
Barton Mansfield: "..."
It’s precisely because Amy Mansfield oversaw the fourth floor and always indulged Rosie Sullivan that she never learned her lesson.
The Hall Master should have Amy Mansfield write another twenty-thousand-word review.
Rosie Sullivan laughed, not wanting to continue the reprimand, she cleverly changed the subject.
She said, "By the way, do you know anything about the Hall Master and the Turner Clan?"
"I looked into the Turner Clan’s file, and three years ago, Master Turner got involved with a woman, nearly driving the Turner family bankrupt," Amy Mansfield said, "We suspect it’s probably her."
Rosie Sullivan was surprised, "She alone?"
"We don’t know," Barton Mansfield said, "The Hall Master’s affairs are not sothing we can investigate."
Amy Mansfield nodded, saying, "But judging by those five commissions from the northwest, she seems to have so connections out there."
After contemplating for a mont, Barton Mansfield remarked, "The Durant Family."
"What?"
Amy Mansfield was taken aback.
Rosie Sullivan paused slightly, her expression changing subtly.
"It’s just a speculation," Barton Mansfield said. "Recently, there has been a pampered young master from the Northwest causing trouble in Fenton City, making other young masters unhappy. Soone sought help from Biel Hall. Although Biel Hall didn’t take the job, they investigated since it stirred up quite the city scandal."
Northwest, the Durant Family.
Pampered young master, coming to Fenton City.
Rosie Sullivan pressed her lips together gently, thinking of a certain playboy.
"What’s the situation?" Amy Mansfield asked.
"He’s mainly targeting Ethan Scott from the Scott family, and it affects Ethan’s gang of friends. It’s said that the reason is Ethan causing trouble in a tavern, which annoyed him."
Barton paused and continued, "However, this stance clearly doesn’t hold water. An informant gave information that Master Scott was coincidentally present. Moreover, Ethan is Master Scott’s second cousin..."
After speaking, he put down the pen in his hand and said indifferently, "You all know about the incident of Master Scott causing a ruckus at the Scott family’s birthday banquet."
"The young master from the Northwest is causing trouble for Master Scott?" Amy understood and pressed further.
"Probably," Barton nodded. "Given the Durant family’s influence in the Northwest, if they back up Master Scott, he can basically walk unimpeded."
Amy remained noncommittal.
The Durant family in the Northwest, sowhat heard of.
And Nora Scott’s charm...indeed has the power to enchant soone to the point of madness, causing an uproar in the city for her.
She’s just like a seductress.
After a chat between Amy and Barton, although they thought Steward Turner’s behavior before Nora was too cowardly and unusual, they unanimously agreed that Nora must have another background that they were not aware of.
Rosie had fewer words to say.
Initially quite eager, after the topic of the Durant family, her enthusiasm slightly waned.
After the chat, Amy pulled Rosie out the door.
Amy advised, "My brother doesn’t allow to transfer you more money, so I’ll only transfer you this month’s living expenses. Spend wisely."
"Okay."
Rosie nodded.
"By the way, your sister—" Amy paused slightly, correcting herself, "Bella Autumn."
Rosie’s gaze turned cold.
Then she asked, "What’s up with her?"
"Nothing much." After glancing at Rosie, Amy continued, "At noon in the cafeteria, I saw a variety show preview on the TV called ’Escape Room,’ and she’s in it. Seems like it’s a new online show, with the first episode airing this weekend."
’Escape Room,’ this variety show, focuses on chanical traps and sets various obstacles for guests to find escape thods step by step.
Because Rosie ca from the Sullivan Clan in Xiangel City and generally gets along well, Amy had a natural affinity for chanical techniques, so she paid so attention to this show.
Unexpectedly, she’d see Rosie’s sister, Rosa Sullivan, in the program preview.
It just ca to mind, so Amy ntioned it to Rosie.
"It’s got nothing to do with ."
Rosie’s tone was indifferent.
Amy lowered her head, said nothing more, and held Rosie’s wrist, sighing slightly.
*
Royal Conservatory.
Break ti between two classes.
As soon as the class bell rang, in many classrooms, students were chatting, whispering, passing phones around, all playing the sa video.
The discussion was also about the sa topic, the sa person.
"Bella is so low-key. It’s been a while since the show was recorded, and no one knew?"
"If it were , I’d be bragging about it the mont I haven’t even signed with the program group yet."
...
"Look, the first episode preview of ’Escape Room’ is out, and the special guest is our campus belle, Bella Autumn."
"How was she invited? Isn’t she not involved in the entertainnt industry?"
"There are a lot of doubts online about this, so the show group specially posted on Weibo explaining that the campus belle is from a mysterious chanical techniques family, and has a chanical techniques background. The show group said she did very well, and viewers can look forward to it."
"I heard she seed unwilling to participate in the show initially, but the show group communicated with her persistently, and she was moved by their sincerity."
"Wow, this campus belle is incredible."
"Good-looking, low-key, extrely talented. Even having one-tenth of her would make ecstatic."
"Give it a rest. She indeed brings honor to our Royal Conservatory."
...
"Oh my gosh, Bella is not only the disciple of Master Julian Linfield but also the heir of a chanical techniques family. What a divine campus belle! Such a background!"
"The problem is she’s still so low-key!"
...
"Speaking of Master Julian Linfield. Do you guys know that Professor Loughton posted a picture of a bamboo flute in her monts, saying it’s a gift from a young friend, and it’s from Master Julian Linfield."
"I saw it too, so envious. Could it be from Bella?"
"No! However, I heard that allegedly it ca from Bella’s dorm, stating that the bamboo flute for Professor Loughton was fake."
"Huh? No way, Professor Loughton is fifty years old, could she have been deceived?"
"Bella is Master Julian Linfield’s last disciple, could she be lying? But she really is kind, not revealing it publicly, and apparently, Professor Loughton is still in the dark."
...
Outside the classroom.
Professor Loughton, who was in the dark: "..."
User Comments
0 comments from readers