"..."
This statent hit the mark.
Nora Scott believed it was like this.
"He’s just like that, pretending to be serious in front of the younger generation. We always laugh at him, saying that he was unprincipled when he was young, but once he had a granddaughter, he beca burdened, and he’s truly taken up the grandfather role seriously for so many years." Bernardo Quinn’s tone was very relaxed, with a touch of teasing.
Imagine, how could soone rebellious like Nora not have inherited traits from her ancestors?
The Scott family’s side was all inflexible personalities, and it traced back to Antonio Easton.
"..." Nora felt that Bernardo Quinn wasn’t talking about Antonio Easton, she composed herself and said solemnly, "Sir Quinn, let’s not tear down my grandfather, we can still have a good conversation."
"Okay, our Nora most respects her grandfather, won’t allow anyone to speak negatively." Bernardo understood, then added, "I’ve heard Easton ntion once, he said that chanical Techniques was passed down from the ancestors, but the Easton family line didn’t fare much differently from other families, the technique was lost, didn’t pass down much."
Nora frowned.
Bernardo continued, "His father’s generation was still considered good, combined with their own research, they mastered quite a lot. It’s said he even had an apprentice with the surna Esteves, but that person had ill intentions, left the master after learning, and later when the Easton family faced difficulties, he even kicked them when they were down."
Damn.
Nora gritted her teeth, asked, "And then?"
"Anyway, his father died early, Easton was only in high school at the ti, and when the disaster struck, he was left alone. Later, he worked hard and got into college, studied modern chanical engineering, and researched the Easton family ancestral books, extracted the essence, discarded the dross, and developed his own set of chanical Techniques... Oh, that’s what you learned from elentary school."
Nora was shocked, "He developed that himself?"
"Yeah." Bernardo replied, "The Sullivan Clan in Xiangel City... you don’t even look up to them, yet they managed to get recognized. If the Easton family had preserved this technique, how could they have fallen?"
"..."
Nora didn’t know what to say for a mont.
She knew there was a gap between her and Antonio Easton, but she didn’t expect the gap to be so large.
Everything she learned ca from Antonio Easton, while most of what Antonio learned ca from himself.
There’s simply no comparison.
Exhaling, Nora cald down and asked, "By the way, Sir Quinn, do you know about the Loulanel plan—"
Before she finished asking, Bernardo interrupted her, "Hey, the signal’s not so good, hello? Hello? I can’t hear..."
"..." Nora laughed and cried, "I won’t ask anymore."
A mont later, Bernardo’s voice ca through again, "Can you hear ? My signal suddenly got bad."
"... I can."
Nora chuckled helplessly.
After chatting for a while, Bernardo suddenly called her, "Nora."
Hearing his tone, Nora’s expression subtly shifted.
"Has Michael been in touch recently, did he say when he’s coming back?" Bernardo asked.
Lowering her gaze, Nora was silent for a mont, took a slow breath, and calmly replied, "No. Next ti he contacts , I’ll ask him."
"That rascal..."
Bernardo wasn’t as gentle with Michael, muttering complaints.
But, having watched his grandson grow up, he understood him well and likely sensed sothing, ending with a noticeably downtrodden mood.
"... Thoughtless kid, he should co back and have a look." Bernardo sighed long.
Nora gently pressed her lips together, promised, "I’ll co visit you when I return to Fenton City."
"Okay, then let his grandma make sothing delicious for you."
"Sure."
...
After hanging up with Bernardo, Nora had a rough understanding of Daniela Esteves’s origins.
Good at kicking people when they’re down.
The piling of new grudges over old ones... If this "Master Silver" can pretend, continue that charade to block bullets for her, but if not, then he’s not even worth using, and can wait to be crushed flat.
"Creak—"
Nora had just walked in when she heard the bedroom door open, looking up to see Ryan Ford coming in.
As Ryan raised his eyes, his gaze t Nora’s, and a second later he pulled a face, coldly glancing at Shaw, his voice filled with discontent and disdain, "Don’t bring shady won into my room in the future."
"What do you an by that, Ford?!" Shaw imdiately flared up, pointed at Ryan’s nose and roared, "What do you an by shady, I’m telling you, my grandma even coming to this room is doing you a favor! You ungrateful brat leaving her out there, I haven’t even settled accounts with you!"
Ryan turned his head slightly, stared at Shaw for a mont, and sneered lightly, "I never recognize personal connections. One Julian Linfield, one you. The more you protect her, the more she seems incompetent."
"You, you, you—"
Shaw wasn’t good with words, nearly ssing up his tongue in anger.
Nora called him, "Shaw."
Shaw imdiately shut his mouth.
Walking toward the door, Nora glanced at him twice, tilted her head and asked with a smirk, "Doesn’t competence rit a closer look first?"
Ryan stared at her coldly, his attitude firm and resolute, articulated, "No need."
"Fine." Nora sneered, drawling out her words, "Granny here has a high spirit, can’t take grievances."
Hearing this, Ryan not only didn’t get angry, but his eyebrows relaxed, slightly urgently asked, "Want to leave?"
Nora laughed, her eyebrows lit with amusent, unapologetically said, "I won’t leave until I’ve driven you crazy."
Ryan: "..." Shaless.
Glancing at Shaw, Nora lost the smile from her brows and eyes, said, "I’m off."
"Granny, I’ll see you out."
Shaw quickly followed her out.
*
"Granny, are you just going to let that rascal off? That’s not like your usual style..." Shaw continued to stand up for Nora.
Nora said lightly, "There’s still plenty of ti."
Judging by Ryan’s attitude, as long as she stayed in the project team, she could irritate him. As long as she remained nonconformist, she could drive him crazy. Such a person Nora didn’t take seriously.
However, with Daniela Esteves and Adrian Sullivan... she did need to observe further.
"Alright." Shaw always obeyed her, "If he makes you suffer, just tell , I’ll deal with him."
Nora lazily responded with a "Mm".
Shaw lived on the second floor, Nora on the third, and in just a few steps, Shaw managed to walk Nora to her doorstep.
Two people were gathered at her front door, examining an item thrown into the hallway.
— It was none other than the backpack Nora initially placed in her room.
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