Nora Scott sent the ssage and then drove away with peace of mind.
Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings were both free.
[Benjamin Durant]: Really???
[Benjamin Durant]: @Marcus Shaw, aren’t you a top hacker? How could you lose to your brother in just a trivial exam?
[Benjamin Durant]: That kid looks as frivolous as Pedro Langley, doesn’t look like soone good at studies.
[Benjamin Durant]: Did you let him win on purpose?
[Humphrey Jennings]: Hmm.
The phone vibrating non-stop made Marcus Shaw, who wanted to quietly morize words, nearly choke when he glanced at their serious analyses.
He cast a faint glance at Nora Scott, who was driving in front.
A bit impressed.
Normal people’s thinking is that—Oliver Scott is excellent in character and studies, Marcus Shaw is idle and unlearned.
It’s unknown in what kind of distorted environnt Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings grew up that they completely reversed this conventional concept.
The phone vibrated again.
[Benjamin Durant]: What rank did he get?
From the corner of his eye, Marcus Shaw glimpsed at Oliver Scott beside him, this top student was engrossed in a ga being pulled by Miguel Smith, focused and absorbed, with refined features covered in seriousness, frowning tighter than when facing a difficult problem.
He exhaled a breath.
[Marcus Shaw]: First in grade.
[Benjamin Durant]: ...
[Benjamin Durant]: This kid can get first in grade?
[Benjamin Durant]: Damn it, I’m going to shut down.
This was the last ssage in the chat box.
Marcus Shaw withdrew his gaze, said nothing more, and opened the app to continue listening to words.
*
Cloudwater Haven.
Nora did not go ho; instead, she wandered to Pedro Langley’s doorstep and skillfully unlocked the door with a code.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott exchanged a glance and consciously left, heading towards Nora’s doorstep.
"Click."
The door was pushed open.
The warm yellow light in the hallway shone into her eyes, and Nora instinctively squinted, then opened her eyes again, suddenly seeing a tall and upright figure like a pine, slender and elegant, with the light pouring from behind him, casting a warm glow around him.
Nora was montarily stunned.
"Foreseeing the future?"
As she walked in, a light, subtle smile touched the corners of Nora’s eyes and brows, complenting her vibrant and delicate face, making hearts flutter.
"Telepathy."
Pedro Langley curved his lips into a smile, leaned forward, and pinned Nora against the door.
Nora flipped the roles, hooked Pedro Langley’s collar, slightly tiptoed, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
A brief separation followed by a gentle reunion.
...
Nora sat cross-legged on the sofa, unpacking a MacDonald’s package to see a pile of chicken legs and wings, the aroma tantalizing.
After a brief pause, Nora struggled ntally in the slightest, seduced by Pedro Langley’s words, "The door’s locked, Marcus Shaw can’t pull off a surprise entry," and picked up a chicken wing.
Seeing this, Pedro Langley felt a bit amused, quietly covering his forehead.
Under a frosty glare from Nora, Pedro Langley swiftly retracted his smile, calmly and restrainedly asking her, "You scolded for two minutes just over a wing?"
After calming down, being ntioned caused Nora so embarrassnt, so she slowly added, "And a plate of braised pork."
"Over a plate of braised pork, you scolded again for two minutes after dinner," Pedro Langley quietly exposed her.
"So what—" Nora started, but stopped mid-sentence.
"What?"
"Life out in the field is hard," Nora seriously found an excuse, "I co back and end up competing with Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw for chicken wings and braised pork?"
"..."
This ti, Pedro Langley couldn’t hide it, he truly laughed out loud.
Influenced by soone, Nora always seed to carry a mysterious "idol baggage."
The more familiar the people around, the more she let loose, her behavior and actions more "willful." But outside, she definitely adhered to a persona, refusing to do anything that lowered her style.
Outside, for the sake of keeping up her image, she wouldn’t touch snacks like MacDonald’s at all.
No matter how much she craved, it’d only remain in her heart. But due to Marcus Shaw’s restrictions, upon returning ho, she could only crave openly.
Even for a simple chicken wing bite, she had to secretly sneak to her boyfriend’s house.
Cute as can be.
"Didn’t eat well outside?" Pedro Langley asked.
"It was okay." Nora raised her eyebrows, "Not to my taste."
The first few days, due to being caught in the CR2 business, she was so busy she didn’t know the ti of day and ate only takeout. Later, it got better, but it was all large courses that made her nauseated; several tis she wanted to buy spicy chicken feet from a small shop next to the hotel, but to maintain her image while gnawing chicken feet, she had to hold back.
’Miserable’ really couldn’t sum it up.
Pedro Langley asked, "How about dinner?"
"It was pretty good."
Nora raised her eyebrows and evaluated.
Pedro Langley was relieved.
After not seeing each other for a long ti, while eating delicious chicken wings, Nora chatted casually with Pedro Langley, and sohow the conversation turned to Crystal Hughes.
"Isn’t she working?"
Hearing that Crystal Hughes had been back and staying at ho, Pedro, considering his good buddy’s solitary status, inquired a bit more.
"On vacation," Nora said deliberately, "her boss actively approved her three months off."
After all, it’s Crystal Hughes’s privacy, so Nora Scott didn’t go into detail about Crystal’s condition to Pedro Langley.
However, Pedro Langley vaguely sensed sothing was up.
Suddenly thinking of sothing, Nora Scott said, "She’s taking Andrew to watch Marcus Shaw’s cha competition tomorrow."
"Are you going?"
"Yes."
"Weren’t you not interested?"
Pedro Langley pulled out a tissue, reached over, and wiped the food off the corner of Nora Scott’s mouth.
"I’m just giving them a ride, might as well take a look," Nora Scott said righteously, grabbing a chicken leg, "Let Marcus Shaw feel so parental love."
"..."
Pedro Langley was almost choked by her words.
After a slight pause, Nora Scott looked at him, "What kind of look is that?"
Pedro Langley was amused and exasperated, "If you just argue with him a little less, he’d feel it already."
"I can’t control that," Nora Scott bluntly refused.
"..."
Pedro Langley pitied Marcus Shaw for three seconds.
Nora Scott asked, "What about you, are you going?"
"I need to fly to Anchel in the afternoon, probably won’t make it."
"Oh."
Nora Scott didn’t insist.
She had things to do, naturally, Pedro Langley had to be busy too.
They couldn’t always be stuck together.
"Have you set a date to sign the contract for ’Escape Room’?"
"Next Monday," Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "at Fernwood Entertainnt."
"In the morning?"
"Yes."
"Co find then, and we’ll have lunch together."
"..." Nora Scott glanced at him, thinking of the term ’underground romance,’ she snorted softly and said sarcastically, "Aren’t we avoiding suspicion?"
Pedro Langley said, "Having a al is nothing."
Besides, Fernwood Entertainnt is his territory, anyone wanting to stir up trouble there would be risking their job.
"... Not happy, need so coaxing."
After seriously considering it, Pedro Langley slowly said, "I have snacks in my office."
Nora Scott was amused by him, "Do you seriously think I’m as juvenile as a child?"
She just craved them occasionally, but Pedro Langley acted as if she was drowning in a sea of snacks.
Thinking this, Nora Scott took another bite of fries.
A bit soggy.
But... delicious.
Pedro Langley chuckled lightly, not arguing with her, and asked directly, "Do you want it?"
"I do."
Nora Scott replied with a smile.
At this mont, the phone vibrated.
Aware that she’d had enough junk food, Nora Scott put down the food in her hand and took out a tissue to wipe her hands.
Pedro Langley handed the phone to Nora Scott, but as he did so, his gaze inadvertently caught a ssage from [Miss Loughton].
[Miss Loughton]: Nora, are you ho?
His eyes flickered slightly, casually passing the phone to Nora Scott.
He asked, "Do you talk with Miss Loughton often?"
"It’s okay."
After wiping her hands, Nora Scott took her phone.
As she typed a ssage, she said to Pedro Langley, "Linfield gave an entry-level bamboo flute song, I showed it to her earlier, and she said a friend is making a self-made docuntary, and this song’s mood fits perfectly as the opening lody, so she asked to get the music rights from Linfield."
A self-made docuntary...
Katherine Collins?
Pedro Langley’s eyelid twitched, suspecting that Loughton’s plan to conceal her identity and approach her future daughter-in-law might be disrupted.
"Did you ask?"
Casually asking, Pedro Langley seed to pick up the phone unintentionally.
"I did, Linfield said I can handle it as I please, just write ’anonymous’," Nora Scott propped her chin with one hand, casually saying, "I want the docuntary producer’s WeChat to understand the situation better."
Pedro Langley sent the prepared ssage.
The gist was to remind Flora Loughton that Nora Scott and Katherine Collins know each other, and if Loughthon’s acquaintance with Katherine Collins is exposed—
Given Nora Scott’s sharpness, she might detect sothing and guess the connection between Loughton and Miss Loughton.
Loughton’s identity isn’t a secret, a simple online search could reveal many of her performance photos, and Nora Scott could uncover it in no ti.
— In fact, Pedro Langley thought Loughton’s plan succeeded purely because of Nora Scott’s carefree attitude.
If it were Katherine Collins, Flora Loughton likely wouldn’t have fooled her...
However, with her son helping to cover up, Flora Loughton still slipped up.
Two minutes later, Flora Loughton sent several crying emojis.
[Loughton]: Too late!
[Loughton]: Just sent it out.
[Loughton]: Why didn’t you say earlier?
Pedro Langley: "..."
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