Rosa Sullivan stood quietly in place, looking at the small square box made up of cardboard pieces, her mind suddenly exploding, buzzing, and even blank for a mont.
?!
Andrew Hughes, a child, spent an hour and solved the puzzle?!
How could that be possible!
In half an hour, she hadn’t found a single clue, and she even thought that even if given a whole day, she might not be able to solve this puzzle.
Just a four or five-year-old kid...
Rosa Sullivan unconsciously bit the corner of her lip, only until a sharp pain ca did she let go, leaving a shallow tooth mark on her lip.
There was heat on her cheeks, Rosa was deeply ashad, as if all the looks glancing towards her were sharper than knives, layer upon layer of pressure, making it unbearable.
She couldn’t rember being this embarrassed ever since she had mories.
She lowered her head and turned to leave.
"Sister!"
Suddenly, Andrew Hughes called out to her, then holding the cardboard-made chanical box, he ran up to Rosa Sullivan.
He was still the sa innocent and harmless look, holding up the chanical box and handing it to Rosa, "Sister, I finished it, do you want to have a look?"
As soon as Andrew Hughes finished speaking, countless gazes swept towards Rosa Sullivan.
Perhaps because they all rembered what happened at noon, many people’s eyes began to hold peculiar expressions.
Rosa Sullivan: "..."
If this kid weren’t just four or five years old, Rosa would have suspected he was doing it on purpose.
She really disliked this pretend-good child, Rosa inwardly gritted her teeth, forced herself, and answered him patiently, "No, sister has other things to do."
"Oh."
Andrew blinked his eyes, withdrew the hand holding the chanical box, and his expression was full of disappointnt.
"What’s the harm in taking a look."
"Maybe they could even exchange pointers."
"The legendary cold goddess is truly cold."
...
The low murmurs around her reached her ears.
Rosa Sullivan: "..."
"Andrew!"
A voice rescued Rosa Sullivan.
However, in the next mont, Rosa realized sothing, slightly turned her head to look at the person who called Andrew – Rosie Sullivan.
Rosie Sullivan was standing not far away, with her was Nora Scott.
As soon as she looked over, Rosie’s eyes t hers, full of provocation and ridicule, her gaze sharp, with sothing else seemingly hidden within.
Suddenly, Rosa’s expression turned calm, icy cold.
"Sister, goodbye!"
Andrew obediently bid farewell to Rosa, turned, and picked up his little backpack, stuffing everything inside all at once, then quickly ran towards Nora and Rosie.
Sweeping over, landing on that small figure, Rosa montarily seed to realize sothing—
Is this a setup?!
Rosie had always held a grudge against the Sullivan Clan, had been at odds with her, and now, not caring about dignity, had latched onto Nora’s support, surely plotting against her. Though she’d been keeping an eye out before, she never thought—
They actually pushed out a child!
Despicable!
So, the child’s intelligence was fake, everything was just a play they orchestrated, all to make her embarrass herself in front of the crew...
Their intentions are atrocious!
With a cold glance at Rosie and Nora, Rosa straightened her back, proudly turned around, and amidst the countless murmurs and odd glances, left without changing her expression.
"Feels like she realized sothing, yet also misunderstood sothing..."
Rosie touched her chin, watching Rosa’s retreating figure, and clicked her tongue.
She added, "Seeing her stand tall and proud, she looks just like a proud princess who, even after being tornted by a villain, remains unyielding. That protagonist’s aura is truly sothing."
"None of them look better than , what protagonist aura." Nora couldn’t care less.
Rosie: "..."
Silently glancing at Nora’s unrivaled beauty, Rosie nodded in agreent: The Hall Master has a point.
But...The Hall Master has a bit of a villainous personality.
In a martial arts novel, she’d be the wicked villainous overlord, the one righteous people would join forces to vanquish as soon as possible.
"Master, I finished it."
Andrew ran up to Nora, handed the chanical box to her.
Nora took it, glanced at it casually, and handed it back, "Today your mom is cooking at ho, let Marcus Shaw take you ho."
Andrew blinked his eyes: "..." Had they just used him and now couldn’t wait to send him away?
"Okay."
In the end, Andrew still nodded obediently.
Anyway, no matter what, listening to the master and not making her angry, is the only way to stay close to her.
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