Pedro Langley crying or not, Nora Scott didn’t know.
However, when it ca to the dowry, Nora couldn’t get a word out from Pedro. No matter how persistently she asked, Pedro said nothing, ignoring even the most indirect inquiries.
Nora had no choice but to give up again.
...
Due to the popularity of the "Escape Room" show, chanical Techniques and offline escape room gas gained unprecedented attention. Escape room gas in major cities were fully booked, and at the sa ti, intelligence puzzles like the Luban Lock, Nine Rings, and Huayu Road on major e-comrce platforms were sold out. Even within the film crew, more people were starting to buy Luban Locks, playing with them during their free ti.
This phenonon left Nora quite surprised.
Although she had studied chanical Techniques since childhood, she had never seen any practical value in it—it was sothing ant for appreciation and toys, confined within a small circle.
Unexpectedly, just because of one variety show, "chanical Techniques" beca known by everyone, expanding into a large circle, becoming a phenonally popular entity.
All because of one variety show.
Not only Nora, but no one expected this... except for Pedro Langley, who initially decided on this variety show. Although he was equally surprised, it wasn’t to the point of shock.
The right ti, the right place, the right people.
If Nora hadn’t revealed Zero’s identity, if she hadn’t participated in the escape room design, or hadn’t perford excellently in both escape rooms... the show wouldn’t have reached its current level of popularity.
Eighty percent of the show’s topics revolved around Nora alone.
The more topics there are, the more attention it receives; and the more attention it receives, the further it spreads.
As August arrived, the soon-to-be seniors at the First Affiliated High School returned to school early for supplentary lessons after a brief sumr vacation. They added morning and evening self-study, and all students were required to board, with only a few allowed to be day students, provided their parents signed an agreent.
Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw both chose to board at school.
anwhile, Andrew Hughes, whom they used to look after in their spare ti, could only be left to Nora Scott, who was filming at the school, under the care of Rosie and Katherine Collins.
"Master."
As soon as Nora finished filming, Andrew jumped off the bench and ran over, calling out in his childish voice before stuffing a candy into Nora’s hand.
Nora rubbed his head, finding her hand wet; the child’s hair was soaked from the heat, and his little face was flushed red.
After glancing at the sweat on her hand, Nora wiped it on his shoulder, transferring the sweat there.
Andrew eyed her movents, his expression wrinkling montarily, but he quickly let it go.
—Maintaining a good relationship was more important.
Nora asked, "Did you finish the model?"
"Yes."
Andrew nodded, awaiting Nora’s next task.
But Nora said, "Today is a day off, have fun with Miss Collins."
"Ah."
Andrew was a little surprised.
"Let’s go."
Nora patted his shoulder.
Today’s scenes were tightly scheduled, mostly with her and Henry Chapman. Filming with Henry was particularly challenging; he had high standards for himself and equally high demands for his co-actors, often requiring multiple takes. Even when the director was satisfied, he wasn’t, making Nora nearly driven mad by soone who beca a workaholic masochist.
In any case, Nora was driven to the brink by Henry, busy beyond asure.
On the other hand, Rosa Sullivan had fewer scenes today and was in great form. She completed her shots smoothly, mostly in one take, leaving her with plenty of free ti.
She sat on the steps, browsing the script, when she suddenly caught sight of Andrew being led away by Katherine Collins and Rosie Sullivan. Her mind sparked an idea, and she followed them with her eyes until they were out of sight, then suddenly pulled out her phone.
"Brother."
"What’s up?"
Adrian Sullivan inquired from the other end of the line.
Rosa’s eyes flickered slightly as she asked, "The child is with the crew, do you want to co over?"
"The crew?" Adrian was taken aback montarily, then replied, "Alright, I’ll prepare and co over imdiately."
The call ended.
Rosa continued as if nothing had happened, putting away her phone and lowering her gaze to continue with the script.
*
anwhile,
Rosie was biting on a popsicle, carrying a bag of drinks, walking back with Katherine and Andrew.
Suddenly recalling sothing, Rosie turned to Katherine, "Wasn’t there a guy nad Hiram who used to bring cold drinks to the Hall Master every day? Wasn’t he trying to pursue her? How did he give up so soon?"
"Hmm?"
Katherine tilted her head, raising an eyebrow as if she suddenly rembered sothing.
She blinked, then chuckled, "Oh, that’s because Master Pedro had a chat with Hiram when he visited the crew."
"Huh?"
Rosie was stunned.
In her mind, she suddenly imagined Pedro Langley in an overbearing CEO manner saying things like, "I’ll give you two choices: either get blacklisted or keep pursuing" or "Did I hear you’re after my woman?"—and inexplicably found it a bit thrilling in her imagination.
Katherine continued, "He gave Hiram a choice."
"..."
Rosie’s eyes lit up.
Here it cos! Here it cos!
Katherine Collins said unhurriedly, "Ask him if he wants to join Fernwood Entertainnt."
"Eh?"
Rosie looked up in shock.
Katherine continued, "The contract stipulates that you can’t date for two years."
Rosie asked, "Did Hiram go?"
"He did."
Katherine nodded as if it were obvious.
"Our Hall Master’s charm couldn’t deter him from signing the contract?" Rosie lanted.
Katherine: "..."
After a mont of contemplation, Katherine patted Rosie’s shoulder, sighing to show comfort.
The wise person knows when to adapt.
Nora Scott might not be able to catch up, but with a good talent agency willing to pay your breach fee and countless resources beckoning...
Smart people know what choice to make.
Previously, Pedro Langley’s way of handling things was rather direct, a bit like a dominant CEO. Over the past two years, he’s beco more cunning, solving the competition by winning over others. This adversary will then find ways to please him and earn money for him...
Why not?
Rosie shook her head, feeling sad about the harsh realities of the world.
*
In the afternoon, Andrew Hughes sat alone in the classroom, studying a Rubik’s cube, his little legs occasionally swinging, playing with great enjoynt.
At this mont, a young man walked to the doorway and glanced inside.
Andrew looked up, caught the young man’s gaze for a second, and then automatically shifted his attention back to the Rubik’s cube in his hand.
The young man sized him up for a mont before walking in, coming to his side, and calling out in the friendliest tone possible, "Hey, kid."
"..."
Andrew didn’t even lift an eyelid this ti, treating the young man like air.
Being ignored by a kid, Adrian Sullivan felt annoyed and secretly gritted his teeth.
However, rembering what Rosie had said and looking at the little boy again, he suppressed his impatience.
For now, he wouldn’t argue with him.
Once this kid formally becos a disciple, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him.
Leaning slightly on the table, Adrian spoke, "Kid, are you studying chanical Techniques?"
Andrew paused his cube-solving.
He looked up, his expression slightly wary.
Adrian, seeing this, felt hopeful and continued, "I’ve heard you’re quite good at it. I have a couple of toys here; do you want to play with them?"
Andrew didn’t speak; instead, he pulled out his phone and, in front of Adrian, dialed a number and said, "Miss Collins, there’s a weird uncle here..."
"You little brat!"
Adrian blurted out in a hurry, grabbing Andrew’s phone.
However, before he could decide whether to hang up or explain to the person on the other end, two sets of footsteps rushed over, one after the other.
"Adrian! What are you doing!"
Rosie was the first to run in, yelled at Adrian upon seeing him, and in two strides, reached over and pushed Adrian away.
In the Sullivan Clan, Adrian is known as a genius.
But that’s only in the realm of chanical Techniques.
Since childhood, he was bound to chanical Techniques, caring about nothing else, inept at life, lacking physical strength, appearing robust but actually frail.
Now, being pushed by Rosie, Adrian staggered backward, couldn’t keep his balance, fell backward, toppling several desks with a crash, creating an impressive scene.
Adrian, who was pushed over: "..."
Following behind, Katherine Collins: "..."
Rosie, shocked at her own strength: "..."
A few seconds later, Rosie ca to her senses, turned around to protect Andrew behind her, and then looked at Adrian in disbelief, "I just barely touched you, are you freaking kidding ?!"
"..."
Lying on the ground, feeling shattered into pieces, Adrian looked at Rosie’s outraged accusation, feeling so agitated that he almost wanted to jump up and tear her apart.
But—
The reality was that he felt so embarrassed he couldn’t even lift his head.
Damn!
He also wanted to know how he ended up like this!
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