Night had fallen, and the quiet studio was brightly lit.
Thomas Langley sat in front of the workbench, his head slightly bent, carefully restoring the ceramic bowl in his hand. It wasn’t until his phone vibrated continuously that he snapped out of his thoughts and put the bowl down.
Glancing at the phone screen, Thomas felt quite surprised. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up the phone and leaned back into the chair.
Usually, Pedro Langley rarely chatted with him, but this ti, rather surprisingly, he sent him two videos. When Thomas opened them, he found they were from a drone exhibition. He thought, since when was his brother into this, but a closer look piqued his interest.
It was a video of chanical drones "stealing the show." Though they were made of wood and didn’t seem as high-end as others, precisely because they were wooden, it gave them an incredible feel.
Thomas liked chanical techniques, and seeing such a novel gadget, he watched the video several tis.
[Thomas Langley]: Is this a new product your company developed?
[Thomas Langley]: It has no market value, made just for your dear brother?
[Thomas Langley]: Bring it over and let have a look?
After a few minutes, the phone vibrated with a reply from Pedro Langley.
[Pedro Langley]: In your dreams.
Thomas: "..."
His brother was really stingy.
The combination of drones and chanics was indeed quite novel. Thomas, intrigued and itching to try it out, asked Pedro a few tis to play with it, but Pedro completely ignored him.
Feeling helpless, Thomas could only look at the videos repeatedly, like quenching thirst by thinking of plums.
After watching them multiple tis, he saved the videos and shared them in a group chat that loved chanical techniques.
Not long after, the previously stagnant group chat suddenly beca active, with ssages scrolling across the screen.
[Wow, aweso.]
[How does this work?]
[Is this thing a trick?]
[Where did the video co from, who’s the designer, is it real?!]
[Can this even work??]
...
People who popped up were either curious about the video’s authenticity or amazed that chanical techniques could be used like this.
Thomas casually glanced through, feeling slightly smug, and smiled, intending to continue his work. But suddenly, there was an @ ntion.
[Mr. Vaughn]: @Thomas Langley, is this a Master Sliver piece?
[Mr. Vaughn]: [Image]
Seeing the words "Master Sliver," Thomas’s eyelid twitched. He imdiately clicked on Mr. Vaughn’s screenshot, and indeed, in the enlarged image was a faintly visible ginkgo leaf symbol.
Huh???
Originally wanting to show off his brother’s company, Thomas was a bit startled by Mr. Vaughn’s sudden discovery.
How did Pedro connect with Master Sliver?
Or maybe, through his future sister-in-law?!
Being a fan of chanical techniques, and with Master Sliver being very popular recently, many in the group knew this na and even offered big money for his works. Upon seeing Mr. Vaughn’s ssage, everyone’s attention was imdiately drawn.
[@Thomas Langley, where did this video co from??]
[It looks like a technology exhibition.]
[!! So many people can’t find Master Sliver, what’s special about this exhibition to get him to cooperate?!]
[Money can make miracles. Can money make Master Sliver tarnish chanical techniques?]
...
Thomas lowered his eyelids and pondered for a mont. He figured that this chanical drone was what Pedro found Master Sliver himself through Nora Scott and then collaborated with him.
—Nora Scott knows Master Sliver. This also explains why she has so many chanical items.
However, he had promised Nora that he wouldn’t reveal this.
Thinking for a mont, Thomas replied.
[Thomas Langley]: It’s from Victor Technology’s drone exhibition today. You can search for it online yourself.
With that one sentence, he distanced himself completely from it.
After replying, Thomas no longer paid attention to it. He muted his phone, rolled up his sleeves, and continued his work.
*
"Speak."
Wrapping up a day of filming, Nora Scott was struggling to keep her eyes open from exhaustion. As soon as she curled up in the car, she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.
In the middle of this, a call from John Durant ca through, which naturally made Nora feel a bit irritated and annoyed.
"Uncle!"
Benjamin shouted with feigned warmth.
While driving, Rosie suddenly heard Benjamin’s voice, almost pressing the accelerator to the floor. She opened her eyes wide in shock, her gaze falling on Nora nestled in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Uncle?
"..."
Nora slightly closed her eyes and didn’t respond to him.
Benjamin paused for three seconds, not getting any reaction from Nora, feeling a bit frustrated, but still started to talk about the business, intermittently trying to prod Nora’s keen attention back to focus.
"Under my coercion and inducent, that brat Marshall confessed everything. Like the plan to use photos to set up Oliver, and to spread photos to influence public opinion and slander Oliver and Marcus, I just sent his confession video to the police and the Ferreira family." Speaking to this point, Benjamin cleared his throat and added with a dramatic pause, "Tonight at the Ferreira family, there’s bound to be a bloodbath."
"Ah."
After a long silence, Nora finally responded slowly.
—Damn it, now that things are public, those people can’t be secretly dealt with. The goal of letting them lie low for a year is now ruined.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of prying open Marshall’s mouth, making him taste the feeling of his evil deeds exposed to the sunlight. But, once this is public, Oliver’s desperately guarded secret can no longer be contained—Sophie being photographed would certainly spread both in the Ferreira and Scott families.
Sophie, herself in the dark, would definitely find out.
Oliver didn’t want it, so Nora respected his wishes.
Moreover, given Sophie’s ntal state, Nora speculates that once Sophie learns about the incident, she might bla Oliver. The two siblings already had a rift, and this would undoubtedly worsen the situation.
Unexpectedly, she had asked Benjamin to get rid of Marshall silently, yet he played the ’righteous’ card, making Marshall confess everything outright.
...Forget it.
At this point, besides cursing Benjamin a few tis, Nora had no way to salvage it, only blaming herself for failing to give clear instructions beforehand.
She hung up the phone.
Nora put down the phone, her sleepiness fading considerably, and lightly frowned, pondering deeply.
"Hall Master, do you know Benjamin?"
Rosie hesitated for a while, finally asking hesitantly.
"Yeah." Nora fiddled with the phone casually and said nonchalantly, "He’s my senior sister’s disciple."
"..."
Rosie, full of questions and unsure of where to start, blinked in confusion.
In the car were only Nora and Rosie. Henry Chapman had finished his scenes for the afternoon and returned to the hotel earlier. Katherine Collins didn’t stay at the hotel and had the freedom to go ho after work, her husband picked her up.
After a while, Nora still dialed Ernesto Scott’s number, asking if he had gotten the news.
"I just found out about this, planning to go to the police station to see the evidence now." Ernesto’s voice was full of undisguised anger, "Didn’t expect that brat Marshall, who looks decent, to be rotten inside. He could even co up with such shaless sches!"
Hearing Ernesto curse a few tis on the other end, Nora paused slightly, then suddenly asked, "Will you notify Sophie?"
"..."
Ernesto was speechless.
Marshall’s move not only sched against Oliver but also against Sophie. The police just said they’re planning to investigate the people he hired based on Marshall’s clues.
If those photos are found and seen by Sophie...
Sensing sothing, Nora slightly furrowed her brows and said indifferently, "The photos should all be destroyed."
"Really?"
Ernesto breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn’t ask how Nora knew all this. Ever since Nora ntioned "Biel Hall" at the Scott family banquet, Ernesto had anticipated that his daughter who seldom stayed ho over the years might not be so simple.
Nora acknowledged with a hum, then told Ernesto to contact her if there was any issue, and hung up the phone.
Afterward, she called Oliver.
Oliver had just learned about the news and was on his way to the police station. Nora inford him of the cause of the incident, not hiding the fact that she had oversight in this matter.
Oliver, being perceptive, could see through Nora’s intentions even with her simple explanation.
"Sis." Oliver’s voice was cheerful, calling her, then softened, "Thank you. I kept this a secret mainly out of fear they’d spread the photos. Since you said all the photos were destroyed, I feel relieved. As for our second sister, it’s best if she doesn’t know, but even if she does, it shouldn’t matter. I didn’t do anything wrong."
Nora didn’t say anything, casually picking up a cushion next to her, stuffing it into her arms.
He did nothing wrong.
Yet his excellence provokes jealousy, which in many people’s eyes, is a fault.
This sentint is evident both in Sophie and Marshall.
"Sis, not to lie, when we gave up the cha competition, my brother and I were quite resentful. Why withdraw just because of so gossip? Once we learned Marshall was the instigator, we did think about secretly teaching him a lesson..." Oliver paused here, then laughed softly, "Now that he’s admitted to everything, it feels like so justice is served."
Nora smirked slightly.
This young man is reasonable, knows how to comfort people, and speaks much more nicely than Marcus.
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