The situation escalated unexpectedly.
So people watched this scene unfold with wide-open eyes, while others caught sight of this when they snapped back to reality, all were dumbfounded, but their minds had the sa thought—
Nora Scott is crazy.
Is this soone you can afford to offend?!
Dare you not leave yourself a way out?!
Even if you wanted to use unconventional thods to attract Master Johnson’s attention—this is too much, co on!
"You, you, you—"
Jesse Johnson stood frozen on the spot, with food sared all over his head, facing the expressionless yet extrely beautiful face in front of him, he stamred for a long ti, unable to utter a complete sentence.
This woman...
Is way too fierce!
Looking at his stained face with a cold deanor, Nora Scott spoke languidly, neither weak nor afraid, "I’ve wanted to hit you for a long ti. If it happens again, I’ll break your hand."
"..."
Jesse Johnson was silent for a while.
There have been countless people who wanted to hit him, but aside from those with blood relations, very few dared to do so, and this ti it was just a re assistant...
The shock was too great, and Jesse Johnson was dumbfounded.
Even after Nora Scott turned around and left, Jesse Johnson didn’t manage to bring out the arrogance and domineering presence of a spoiled heir and could only focus on being startled.
"Master Johnson!"
"Second Shaw!"
"Director Johnson!"
...
A lot of people around wanted to co up to soothe him, but as soon as Jesse Johnson cast a cold gaze their way, filled with killing intent, they imdiately stopped their actions.
Wiping his face, riddled with grains of rice and oil, Jesse Johnson was disgusted to no end, raging internally. After glaring at Nora Scott with murderous eyes a few tis, he pretended to be calm and collected, forced himself into a self-assured pose of "I’m still as suave and dashing as ever" and got into the nanny van.
Everyone: "..."
This young master is quite concerned with saving face, they thought it best not to cause further trouble for themselves.
Let Lily co over and deal with it.
*
"Nora, No-No-Nora Scott."
Eleanor Taylor, who had been watching the whole process, timidly called out to Nora Scott approaching from the front.
Flicking her foot slightly to hook the stool, Nora Scott sat down, took the cup of milk tea Eleanor Taylor handed her, and stabbed it with a straw.
"You certainly vented your anger with that move, but aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble?" Eleanor Taylor leaned in a bit, asking with a worried look.
"Hmm?"
Taking a sip of the milk tea, Nora Scott tilted her head slightly, casting her a sidelong glance, and replied casually, "At worst, I’ll quit."
Seeing her reckless attitude, Eleanor Taylor furrowed her brow tightly, "But wasn’t it hard for you to find this job?"
"...It was okay."
Lily Turner had indeed struggled to find her.
"You’re so good-looking, not acting would be such a pity. Following Lily now, you get to et many people, and there are plenty of opportunities, what if so director notices you? Furthermore, you had a fan base before. Back in high school, there was a guy in our class who really liked you—"
"Don’t you need to stay away from ?" Nora Scott suddenly interjected, cutting her off.
"?"
Eleanor was startled for a second, but then she realized, explaining, "Oh, it’s okay. I’m just experiencing life while there are no classes at school. I’ll leave after shooting today and then go back to school, it won’t have any impact."
"Oh."
Nora Scott responded.
Eleanor Taylor’s jet-black eyes turned, and she took out her phone, saying, "How about we add each other on WeChat?"
At first, she wanted to decline, but when Nora Scott looked down and saw the warm milk tea in her hand, she thought it over and decided to fish out her phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat, allowing her to scan and add her as a friend.
In this society where one should reciprocate kindness...
Thinking about future acting opportunities she could get for Nora Scott, Eleanor Taylor gleefully added her, but when she saw her WeChat na and avatar, she couldn’t help but pause.
Nickna: Z,
Avatar: A hand-drawn dove of peace, holding an olive branch in its beak.
"You, you, you..." Eleanor Taylor stamred, her cheeks flushed, her expression joyful and excited, as if she had t a kindred spirit, "You’re a fan of God Z too?"
"What?"
Upon accepting her friend request, Nora Scott turned her head back, puzzled.
"God Z! Zero! The genius comic artist!" Eleanor Taylor was overjoyed as she pointed to a flashy sports car not far away, "Did you see the car Master Johnson drove over in?"
"..."
"The character painted on his car’s hood is from one of God Z’s representative works, ’Death Legend’, called Barlow, the fox pet of the protagonist! The sole reason I don’t dislike Master Johnson is that he’s a fan of God Z too—"
Listening to Eleanor Taylor’s ecstatic introduction, Nora Scott glanced at her WeChat avatar and sluggishly said, "...I know."
Eleanor Taylor bead, "Oh, right! Since you’re a fan of God Z, you must know!"
"..."
Alright, she would just consider herself a fan for this once.
God Z, or Zero, the legendary comic artist Eleanor Taylor ntioned, renowned for their genius paneling and multiple works over a seven-year career, was famous for producing nothing but masterpieces, both long and short.
They had over 20 million followers on Weibo.
But had never shown their face in public.
This August, Zero posted a short comic on Weibo titled "Little White Dove", comprising seven installnts, telling the story of peacekeeping soldiers in war zones. It included warm and trivial everyday life incidents as well as thrilling military rescues, bustling with both laughter and tears.
Each installnt trended and was even shared by nurous military and party dia official accounts.
Since the release of "Little White Dove", Zero had also changed their avatar to a hand-drawn dove of peace holding an olive branch, with a signature in the lower right corner, just slightly different from Nora Scott’s.
And their fans, in response, started using similar avatars to support them, with many beginning to focus on current affairs, international peacekeeping, and so even organizing donation campaigns and acts of kindness...
Eleanor Taylor was among the "avatar swapping" mbers.
She naturally mistook Nora Scott, who had adopted a similar avatar and even had the nickna "Z," as a fan.
"Did you draw your avatar yourself?"
"Mm."
"Amazing, your style is like 70% similar to God Z’s, let tell you..." blah blah blah.
Nora Scott, finished with her milk tea, put her chilled hand into her pocket, only to be inadvertently grazed by sothing sharp, reminding her of the slip of paper Butler Loxley had given her last night.
Inadvertently, she recalled what Eleanor Taylor had ntioned earlier—Everlasting World’s Bruno.
Running into Butler Loxley last night, Everlasting World’s Bruno was bombarded with scandals at midnight, and running into Pedro Langley in the hospital this morning...
What a coincidence?
"It’s almost ti, I have to go." Eleanor Taylor reluctantly got up, took the trash from the ground, and before leaving, reminded Nora Scott, "Contact on WeChat if you need anything!"
"Mm."
Nora Scott responded, sowhat perfunctory.
Eleanor Taylor didn’t notice and left, gleefully.
Absentmindedly feeling the scrap of paper in her pocket, after a long while, Nora Scott finally took it out and slowly unfolded it along the creases.
A string of phone numbers appeared before her eyes.
The phone screen lit up, Nora Scott used her fingerprint to unlock it, opened her contact list, and slowly inputted the numbers, pressing save.
Information entered—
[Loxley, this is Nora.]
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