In Xiangel City, the Sullivan Clan suffered a heavy blow overnight.
In an era when chanical Techniques suddenly beca popular, they enjoyed all kinds of praise and an endless stream of resources, only sighing that they finally had their day, but never expected that due to an irrational move by the heir to the family head, everything would turn to bubbles.
The main and branch family businesses... no matter what industry they were involved in, they were all hit, the cash flow broke down, and there was no one to turn to for help. The major families in Xiangel City avoided them like the plague.
In an instant, it felt like a descent from heaven to hell.
Glory, splendor, revival, it all seed like a beautiful dream.
The apprentices they took in, those who were slightly outstanding, after receiving this or that warning and blow at ho, all declared that they would leave the master’s sect and have nothing more to do with the Sullivan Clan of Xiangel City in the future.
In no ti, the little achievent that the Sullivan Clan of Xiangel City had accumulated was shattered into pieces, leaving nothing.
When the main family and branches were busy and overwheld, how could they spare any effort to help Adrian Sullivan? They could barely save themselves.
"Was it Nora Scott’s doing?" Rosa Sullivan’s face turned pale after hearing this, in disbelief, "She’s just the illegitimate daughter of the Scott family, where did she get such skills?"
"Who knows!"
The mother was harboring a suffocating breath, unable to hold back her anger.
She had only learned about Nora Scott last night.
Who cares who Nora Scott is?
The current issue was that Adrian Sullivan wanted to target Nora Scott, resulting in the entire Sullivan Clan being implicated. If they couldn’t get through this hurdle, the Sullivan Clan would be finished.
"Anyway, since she’s a mber of the Scott family, you should go to the Scott family on behalf of your brother to discuss cooperation and find a way to get their help." The mother adjusted her emotions and continued, "That exhibition piece of theirs has always been handled by your brother; it’s already nearing the end, not too difficult, you should be able to handle it."
The mother hoped Rosa Sullivan would replace Adrian Sullivan in crafting Aaron Scott’s exhibition piece.
Initially, Adrian Sullivan and Aaron Scott’s cooperation was for the revival of the Sullivan Clan, achieving a win-win situation. This ti, the collaboration was like a lifeline. As long as they succeeded, the Sullivan Clan could negotiate conditions with the Scott family to persuade Nora Scott to spare them.
The Scott family couldn’t possibly not control such a junior like Nora Scott.
"Alright."
Rosa Sullivan took a deep breath.
Nora Scott...
Over and over again, this matter isn’t over.
A young lady who had not yet been recognized by the Scott family, just because she got close to so capable n, is still nothing but an appendage. If she can get a bargaining chip to exchange with Aaron Scott, it would be unbelievable if Nora Scott doesn’t bow her head.
Her path in entertainnt was cut off by Nora Scott, but that doesn’t an she can’t suppress Nora Scott in other areas.
Even posing as a chanical Master to join the 1101 Engineering Group...
Heh.
*
In the morning, Nora Scott took ti from practicing the bamboo flute to video call with her dry sister, April Thomason, who was dragged up for morning exercise by Fátima.
In early November, Fenton City cooled down, with temperatures just a few degrees. April, just finishing her morning exercise, sweat-covered, threw her light jacket aside, sat on the lawn holding her phone, looking vigorous and full of spirit.
"Is little Nora learning the bamboo flute?"
"Mm."
April set her phone in place, wiggled her finger at her, "Co, co, let sister have a listen."
"Alright."
Nora Scott was more than happy to perform.
So, she raised the bamboo flute and began to play.
Halfway through, Fátima walked over, lazily began to complain, "Can’t you video call at another ti? Our two kids’ musical cells are going to be dood in the future—"
Before she finished her sentence, April slapped the grass, clicking her tongue, "Whoa, Fátima! Your little apprentice is amazing, she can actually play the flute!"
Fátima: "..."
Nora Scott: "..."
Finally, Fátima pressed April down on the grass and ended the video call with Nora Scott.
Nora Scott hissed, propped her chin with one hand, pondering for a long ti but still couldn’t figure out whether April’s words were a complint or a criticism.
At this mont, Pedro Langley walked over with a water cup, glanced at Nora Scott deep in thought, paused, then sincerely praised her, "You’ve made progress today."
"..."
Nora Scott threw the bamboo flute at him in annoyance.
Pedro Langley caught it with a laugh, "Praising is not allowed?"
"People these days are too hypocritical. True and false, false and true, it’s hard to tell." Nora Scott climbed down from the window sill, walked towards the door, waving her hand, still enigmatically repeating, "Hard to tell... ah."
"..."
Pedro Langley was amused by her pretentious look, almost choked on a mouthful of water.
What a character.
...
Because Pedro Langley hired help, and Deputy Llewellyn also didn’t want Nora Scott to take any more risks, providing information at any ti, Nora Scott didn’t need to conduct on-site inspections anymore.
While waiting for the complete data, Nora Scott drew blueprints, did woodwork, took leisurely walks by the river with Pedro Langley admiring the scenic beauty, enjoying a lazy life where everything was handed to her.
After two days of this, Nora Scott felt an itch in her bones.
That day, after breakfast, Nora Scott carried her bamboo flute over to where Pedro Langley was reading docunts, looking left and right.
Pedro Langley leaned back as she approached, she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, resting her chin on his hair, took a couple of light sniffs.
She called out: "Langley brother."
"Hmm?"
Turning her hand, Nora Scott pinched the bamboo flute and closed the docunts on Pedro Langley’s desk.
Resting her head on Pedro Langley’s right shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, staring at him, enunciating every word, "I think you’re very boring."
Pedro Langley: ???
Nora Scott ruffled his hair, asked with a laugh, "Do you want to take you to find so fun?"
Pedro Langley: "..."
Fairy Nora, how did you manage to make this sound like "going to a brothel"?
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