On the other end of the call, Oliver Scott thought that no matter what, Fátima wasn’t at the level of "knowing a bit," yet Miss Scott’s brief introduction filled him with admiration for Fátima.
On the other side, Miss Scott walked straight towards the young man.
Richard Carter wasn’t very old, twenty-six or seven, with a visibly engineering student vibe, clearly not very careful about self-grooming.
In contrast, sitting with Miss Scott, he was obviously not in the sa circle.
Even if Miss Scott was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, hiding her face, her aura alone attracted many sideways glances.
"Miss Scott."
Richard Carter had a prejudice against Miss Scott, no matter how friendly he tried to be, there was an indescribable coldness.
"Here’s the contract." Richard Carter pushed the contract over, saying, "All the project requirents and regulations are in there."
Miss Scott picked up the contract, leaned back, crossed her legs, and slowly flipped through it with her eyes lowered.
She read word by word.
When it cos to work contracts, Miss Scott never skimps.
Richard Carter sneered inwardly.
Thinking of Miss Scott’s dropout status in her sophomore year, his stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots, pangs of pain striking repeatedly.
After reading the contract, Miss Scott had no objections but simply asked, "Who’s on the team?"
Sensing her doubt, Richard Carter frowned and responded disdainfully, "They’re all experts and professors, the person with the lowest qualification is a Ph.D."
Implying: Everyone’s educational background is higher than yours!
Wake up, flower vase, you don’t even have a bachelor’s degree!
What use are top scores in the college entrance exam!
"Is Adrian Sullivan also a Ph.D.?" Miss Scott asked.
"How do you know?" Richard Carter was slightly surprised, then explained with discontent, "He did graduate with a bachelor’s degree, but this month Xiangel City University awarded him the title of honorary professor, enough to prove his ability."
"..."
What kind of dodgy university dares to appoint honorary professors, and they stupidly chose Adrian Sullivan.
In the short span of three months, the Sullivan Clan in Xiangel City was in the lilight due to the popularity of chanical Techniques.
Actually, it was because of Miss Scott.
——However, because Miss Scott had no origin or legacy, just the title of "Capital University of Technology’s chanical engineering dropout," no one could believe she had real talent, let alone compare her with the Ancient chanism Clan.
For the Sullivan Clan with "chanism City," ancestral chanical Techniques, and widely recruited apprentices, soone like Miss Scott was completely disregarded.
How the outside world decides, it’s obvious enough.
Taking out the pen on the table, Miss Scott signed it at once, abruptly asking, "Who’s the team leader?"
ntioning the leader, Richard Carter subconsciously raised his chin, naturally showing pride and admiration, "Fenton University’s youngest professor, Ryan Ford."
However, Miss Scott ignored the "youngest professor" title at "Fenton University" and directly asked, "Soone from the Ford Family in Yangel City?"
"..."
Richard Carter stuttered.
Is this the focus!
That’s Ryan Ford!
The leading presence!
Do we need so-called family titles to support us from behind?!
"Yes." Richard Carter asked irritably, "Do you know the Ford Family?"
Not only knows, but there’s also a grudge.
Miss Scott lowered her gaze, boldly signing her na with flamboyant strokes.
...
The two had arranged to et at the restaurant, but seeing Richard Carter’s disdain from inside out, Miss Scott had no appetite to dine with him, so she said goodbye after signing the contract and went to Virtue Retreat for lunch.
Richard Carter also had a bad impression of her, and once she left, he called Ryan Ford.
"Ford, the contract is signed." After reporting, Richard Carter couldn’t help complaining, "She didn’t ask a single question about professional knowledge, just two questions—who’s on the team, who’s the leader. In the end, I feel she’s really just a flower vase, and not a sturdy one."
"Oh."
The voice was quite indifferent.
Distressed, Richard Carter asked, "What if she can’t help but instead causes trouble?"
Ryan Ford’s tone did not fluctuate, "Then just let her go."
*
It’s now late September, Miss Scott’s scenes in "Reversing Life" were wrapped up, and she returned to her free self.
According to Miss Scott’s plan, she wouldn’t accept any notices before "Reversing Life" aired.
However, accidents co so suddenly.
While having a al at Virtue Retreat, she ran into a familiar director, and since the director used to guide Miss Scott in acting, she didn’t ignore him but greeted him.
As a result, just this nod brought trouble.
"I have a tourism program called ’On the Road’ now, don’t you like traveling and playing around, would you like to try appearing on this show?" The director wasted no ti getting to this issue.
Now, Miss Scott is a miracle in the entertainnt industry.
An absolute miracle.
A live broadcast with sixty million viewers online, unmatched by anyone;
Debuted as a manga artist for the second ti, beca famous beyond the circle, and as a celebrity without a notable work, yet known by everyone;
Participated as a guest on the "Escape Room" program, resulting in driving the entire industry of chanical Techniques...
The top trending figure to whom everyone compares.
Recently, countless variety shows, scripts, and endorsents have sought out Nora Scott, but she doesn’t even take a glance.
Seeing such a big traffic star right in front of him, the director couldn’t pass up the opportunity without inviting her.
However, he wasn’t hopeful.
After all, Nora Scott’s status now is nothing like before, and their poor show might not be able to afford her signing fee...
Unexpectedly, Nora Scott thought for a mont and then asked, "Where to?"
"Sand Delta!"
The director’s eyes lit up.
"How many days?"
"Seven days, hiking and cycling," the director answered decisively.
Nora Scott asked again, "When?"
"During the National Day holidays."
National Day.
After a little thought, Nora agreed, "Alright. When shall we look at the contract?"
"How about now?" The director’s heart raced, eagerly saying, "I’ll have soone send it over right away."
Nora had no objections.
She doesn’t like owing favors. In the past, directors would either scold, ignore, or sideline her due to her poor performance. But this director patiently taught her acting skills, how to be a better actor.
Recently, the film industry’s market hasn’t been good. This talented but unlucky director makes quality work that just doesn’t hit. She, genuinely loving film and TV, probably switched to making shows out of helplessness.
Nora, with her fa and traffic, can afford to chill, participating in travel shows for relaxation.
To discuss the show and contract, Nora chatted with the director until it was almost dark before returning to Cloudwater Haven.
However—
Due to Butler Loxley disappearing again, Marcus Shaw, who usually prepares three als at ho on ti, forgot the ti and sat with Fátima playing a single-player ga on the computer.
Oliver Scott was enjoying fruit on the side, watching with great interest.
Nora: "..."
Standing at the entryway, she sighed and called Pedro Langley, asking him to bring so dinner back, or else his future wife might starve to death.
*
The next day.
Biel Hall, since the new Hall Master assud office, held the first Elder Council eting.
One by one, cars arrived at the newly refurbished villa. The elders who stepped out were of increasingly advanced age, exuding an air of aged wisdom, like immortal beings.
Yet, most elders frowned upon seeing the common single-family villa, expressing discomfort, dissatisfaction, or anger—not unlike that of common folk.
In the past, every Elder Council eting was held in a grander venue than this!
Before even entering, it felt like a "show of force" to so hot-tempered elders, who began to grumble and berate in low voices.
"No environnt, no people, yet saying it’s going to be held for seven days—we should have tead up long ago to remove this senseless young lady."
"She clearly doesn’t take us seriously."
"Perhaps young people today are just inexperienced, considering the younger generation in the hall... truly getting worse with each generation."
...
Their comnts were full of displeasure.
The iron gate of the front yard was wide open. After a short walk down a path lay the main entrance. Inside, the living room was simply furnished, with nothing of high value in sight.
And greeting them were only Rosie, Barton Mansfield, and Amy Mansfield.
No sight of Nora Scott.
The three were not actually there to greet them, each holding a bag and taking out detectors to inspect their belongings, confiscating weapons, mobile phones, and such.
anwhile, they barred elders from bringing drivers or companions in.
"What kind of rule is this?!"
So elders protested.
"This eting discusses confidential matters to prevent any leaks. Also, since elders will be staying here for seven days, conflicts could arise. For elders’ safety, it’s best not to have weapons on hand," Barton stepped forward, articulating each word.
There were precedents of confiscating phones, but bans on bringing companions and weapons were unheard of.
However, the Elder Council wasn’t united, and animosities were rife, with incidents from younger days where real weapon fights landed people in hospitals not being unheard of.
Thinking carefully, it wasn’t hard to understand the new Hall Master took such precautions at the start.
The elders, thinking other rules were the sa as in previous years, didn’t ask much, and after handing over their belongings, entered the living room.
Only—
Each elder, after stepping inside, spent an extra minute with a darker expression on their face.
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