Adrian Sullivan was sent to the hospital for a quick check-up, and the police ca to "console" him.
He wanted to insist, "It wasn’t intentional," but his jaw was dislocated, and he couldn’t manage a complete sentence. He gestured with his hands and feet while the police asked their questions, having him nod or shake his head, and when they finished, they casually waved him off to be taken into custody at the police station.
Daring to ss with the Hall Master of Biel Hall, was this a joke?
Adrian Sullivan wanted to resist, shouting endlessly, but no one paid any attention to him.
...
Pedro Langley provided the police with drone video footage.
Then he made a call to Victor Technology’s headquarters, asking them to retrieve all test data for this particular drone model, essentially using scientific ans to provide the police with additional proof — that this type of drone was incapable of going "out of control."
The data was in hand in half an hour, and Pedro Langley then handed it over to the police.
The police handling the case were so astonished, their jaws dropped.
——What else could be said besides impressive.
...
Ryan Ford still couldn’t believe that Adrian Sullivan would do sothing to "harm Nora Scott." As the team leader, he followed from the hospital to the police station, wanting to understand the entire situation.
He seed sowhat inclined to protect Adrian Sullivan.
However, as night fell, Johan Ford called.
"Bro. What’s up?"
"At the police station?" Johan Ford asked directly.
"Yes."
"Whether he did it unintentionally or deliberately, let him suffer a bit these few days." Johan Ford’s blunt and straightforward tone was a direct order, leaving Ryan Ford no room to bargain.
"..." Ryan Ford frowned slightly and said, "Bro, he’s one of only two chanical Masters in our engineering team—"
"And what about Nora Scott?"
"..."
Ryan Ford was silent for a long mont.
He fundantally didn’t believe Nora Scott was capable. Even if Nora Scott personally went down a cliff, he considered it just for show, as he had heard Nora Scott was quite skilled at wilderness survival. Essentially, "simple-minded, well-developed limbs" described her perfectly.
However, thinking of how Johan Ford seed bewitched into defending Nora Scott, Ryan Ford figured that being honest might lead to an argunt, so he chose to remain silent, saving his breath.
"You’ll regret it."
Johan Ford ended the call.
Ryan Ford frowned.
Unlike in so noble families where brothers fight over inheritance, Johan Ford and Ryan Ford reached a consensus from a young age. Johan would manage the family business, and Ryan would pursue academics, not interfering with each other. As the eldest, Johan usually supported Ryan greatly, and Ryan respected Johan.
Now that Johan had spoken, Ryan naturally obeyed, letting Adrian Sullivan suffer a bit.
However, after giving the order, he realized it wasn’t necessary for him to even have said it — because soon he received ssages from various forces, advising not to let Adrian live too comfortably.
The Ford Family was just one of them.
Ryan Ford: ?
How many people has Nora Scott managed to charm?
Shaw, Deputy Llewellyn, Pedro Langley, Johan Ford... now involving all sorts of forces.
*
After the report to the police, the news spread uncontrollably. Nora Scott, who didn’t intend the matter to beco widely known, realized that too many people beca aware of the news and sent her consolation ssages.
Upon investigation —
The news spread from Shaw and the young man.
The mont the young man returned, he reported to the higher-ups that the Hall Master had almost been hard in Yangel. It wasn’t long before the matter escalated to the senior managent of Biel Hall, where they were astonished, "Who had the audacity to target our Hall Master?" Consequently, through a series of thunderous actions, not only Adrian Sullivan but also the entire Sullivan Clan were dealt with accordingly.
Shaw, on the other hand, called Benjamin Durant, initially expressing his admiration for Sir Langley, but Benjamin didn’t care to listen. He only caught the part about Nora Scott being set up and imdiately, without delay, leveraged Durant Family connections.
When Nora Scott’s phone shut off due to nurous consolation calls, she massaged her temples and said to Pedro Langley, "Let’s go back. It’s no longer our concern."
Pedro Langley glanced at her.
Nora Scott candidly remarked, "The Sullivan Clan is finished."
She was referring to the Sullivan Clan, not Adrian Sullivan.
Pedro Langley pondered for a mont, nodded in understanding; it all made sense now.
Anyone daring to openly harm Nora Scott would likely face such an outco, without any other possibility.
"I actually feel a bit sorry for him," Nora Scott remarked, slamming the car door, fastening her seatbelt, all the while musing, "How did he get so reckless and end up offending ?"
Pedro Langley observed her smug deanor, recalling his own fear after teaching Adrian Sullivan a lesson, and was montarily speechless. He poked her on the forehead, "Off you go."
Nora Scott swatted his hand away, muttering, "Let’s go back and eat."
Having just left the police station, she was exhausted. After all the commotion, it was completely dark, and Nora Scott was now famished.
Driving out of the police station, Pedro Langley turned on the GPS and said, unhurriedly, "I’ve contacted soone to co over for an on-site inspection tomorrow. Combined with the data from Team 1101, it should be enough for you."
"What do you an?" Nora Scott looked over, frowning.
Pedro Langley glanced at her, saying, "You know well enough."
"..." Nora Scott furrowed her brows and hesitated for a mont. But when she caught sight of the abrasions on his hand holding the steering wheel, she paused and pressed her lips, answering, "Oh."
Since he was worried, she simply wouldn’t go.
An appropriate compromise produced the sa effect and was no loss to her.
Hearing Nora Scott’s response, Pedro Langley, who had prepared to discuss with her all the way, was a bit surprised.
"Changed your mind?" Pedro Langley was taken aback.
"I just suddenly thought..." Nora Scott elongated her words, "It’s fine to spare so ti to make you a birthday gift."
"So, the results from the extra ti I’ve got you should be one or two tis better than planned, right?" Pedro Langley teased.
"Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?"
"Yeah."
"... Don’t worry, if it’s from Nora Scott, it’s definitely top-notch." Nora Scott confidently raised her eyebrows.
Anything that ca from her hands, if not praised by more than ninety percent of people... that would be embarrassing.
Unlike her little sister, who took her blueprints to make a chanical table model, a half-baked product with cut corners, and placed it in the office for display, showing off to anyone who showed the slightest interest... Forget it, considering her diligent managent of Biel Hall’s affairs, she’ll let it go.
Nora Scott never thought she’d encounter instant retribution, even for venting internally.
She hadn’t even reached ho when, as soon as her newly charged phone booted up, she received a call from Fátima.
"Heard you were tricked while hanging off a cliff like a gecko?" Fátima inquired right off the bat.
"..." She couldn’t retort against her self-declared little sister, no matter what she said, so Nora Scott replied, "Yeah."
"Not hurt, are you?"
"No." After answering, Nora Scott felt sothing was off, "How did you know?"
"It beca a trending topic in your Biel Hall’s internal forum."
"..."
Listening to Fátima narrate a few of the rumors about her experience on the forum, Nora Scott was both amused and speechless, saying she’d ask the tech departnt to delete them.
After chatting for a while, Fátima suddenly rembered sothing, "My husband’s birthday is coming up."
Got it, she was hinting.
"..." Nora Scott’s mouth twitched, "There are piles in the basent of the villa, just take whatever you want."
Fátima never put much effort into preparing birthday gifts. In the earlier years, she’d make so origami cranes or paper planes on the spot to give to people, simply saying, "It’s the thought that counts." Later, she found that Nora Scott’s toys were quite presentable, so she would shalessly take more whenever they t, knowing they’d eventually co in handy.
And now she was like this even with her husband.
No hope left.
"Alright." Fátima continued, "He sent over a wedding gift for you guys, it’ll be given to you when you co back for your marriage certificates."
"Hmm."
"Oh, he said it might have so connection with your chanism City."
"Huh?"
Nora Scott was startled.
Just then, soone was calling Fátima: "Fátima, are you even human? I used one of my rare holidays to visit you, and you turned away imdiately and left hanging—"
"Your sworn sister is causing a ruckus, talk again when you get back."
With that, Fátima hung up the phone.
Nora Scott: "..."
The "sworn sister" Fátima referred to was her teammate April Thomason. April and Nora hit it off as soon as they t, and April liked to "protect" others even more than Nora did, so they quickly beca sworn sisters.
However, this group of Fátima’s people generally lived in seclusion, with a very low presence in society, sotis only contacting each other once or twice a year, let alone eting.
Nora Scott chuckled.
It sounded like her little sister’s prenatal life wasn’t that dull; she didn’t know if handling Biel Hall affairs was to kill ti or increase her burden.
*
Late that night, Rosa Sullivan rushed to the police station with a lawyer.
But they didn’t even get a glimpse of Adrian Sullivan.
Nora Scott hadn’t slept; she was drawing blueprints when she received the information. Listening to the informant speak, she yawned incessantly.
"Handle it yourselves." Nora Scott said absentmindedly.
"Yes."
The informant replied straightforwardly.
As a result, not only did Rosa Sullivan not get to see Adrian Sullivan, but they also left her hanging, waiting outside for an entire night.
On the second day, the police stated that the evidence was conclusive and proceeded to prosecute and file a case imdiately. During the detention period, visits were prohibited, not even allowing them in the door.
Rosa Sullivan was left outside in such a way, disheveled and in a sorry state.
Having not slept all night, Rosa Sullivan’s mind was in a fog.
Then her mother called.
"Bella, sothing’s happened at ho, we can’t co over. Do your utmost for your brother." Her mother said, exhausted, "Additionally, there’s sothing else you need to do..."
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