The seemingly calm question carried a bit of a peculiar flavor. Nora Scott shrugged, "Miguel Smith sent it earlier." "Three hundred." The most update n0vels are published on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet Pedro Langley gave her a look of admiration. It’s a shame she doesn’t go into loan sharking. After a pause, Pedro Langley could only say, "If she finds out it’s fake, she absolutely won’t let it go easily." With someone , either make her give up completely or let her get what she wants. For now, just suffer a little loss. "So, let’s just settle this today." Nora Scott smiled nonchalantly, her gaze falling in the direction the car had left, her voice cool, "In a couple of days, someone will have a chat with her." There are two ways to make someone give up: one is to frighten her; the other is to make her despair. Pedro Langley prefers the latter, while Nora Scott likes the former. Seeing her confidence, Pedro Langley kept quiet, but the message he sent to Butler Loxley wasn’t retracted. Even before coming here, Pedro had already investigated the situation of the Taylor Clan and found out that without any financial aid, their business would declare bankruptcy after the New Year. He didn’t mind bringing that date forward a little. Nora Scott refocused her thoughts on the chessboard, but couldn’t find her knight after looking twice. Annoyed, she tapped her finger on the table and accused, "Did you move my piece while I wasn’t looking?" "Can’t you be a little less childish with your cheating?" Pedro Langley looked at her almost speechlessly. Nora Scott pretended not to hear, stood up immediately, and said, "I’m not playing anymore, pack up." Cheating so openly and brazenly. Pedro Langley’s mouth twitched slightly, helpless against her, so he took the initiative to clean up. Soon after, he realized that Nora Scott had no intention of helping at all; she picked up a folding knife stuck in the ground, took her chair back to the fruit shop, and never came out again. Pedro Langley: "..." She has a true sense of entitlement, always aware of her privileged status. Pedro even felt she was merciful for taking away just one chair. There weren’t many items, so Pedro made two trips and moved everything back into the fruit shop. The shop was heated, much warmer than outside. After placing everything neatly, Pedro turned back and saw Nora Scott sitting at the cash register, with a laptop open, holding a drawing tablet – she seemed to be doing some "real work." "Is the first Chapter done?" Nora was slightly dazed, but then she caught on and raised her eyebrows with a smile, "You pay attention to this too?" "Just don’t get yourself on the trending list." "On the trending list again?" Nora asked in confusion. She hadn’t logged in after posting on Weibo last night, so she was naturally unaware of the situation. Pedro was left speechless. Ever since she started her giveaway last month, her popularity had been soaring, rivaling that of top entertainment stars. Additionally, each of her Weibo posts was increasingly informative, and every post inevitably ended up on the trending list, becoming a running joke among netizens. After a while, Nora returned to the previous topic to answer Pedro, "Just started drawing." Pedro was taken aback, "You plan to finish a Chapter in four days?" Nora smiled, her eyes full of confidence, "Two or three days are enough." Other comic artists burn the midnight oil to keep up with weekly updates. Even studios often rush their work. As long as the storyboard is set, she can leisurely complete a Chapter in two or three days. She used to update bi-monthly, and readers thought she was just being meticulous, when actually she was too busy with life, only squeezing in bits of time to draw. Pedro chuckled softly: Some people’s lives are destined to be exceptional... Both anticipated this issue wasn’t over, so they tacitly stayed in the shop. They encountered a few customers in between, with Ancestor Scott handling the cash register while Free Labor Pedro helped with chores. Some discerning customers frequently glanced back after leaving, likely discussing him on their way home, given Free Labor Pedro’s outfit, demeanor, and looks. A girl around twenty-four or twenty-five, after secretly watching Free Labor Pedro for a while, shyly approached him as she waited for Nora to ring her up. "Hey handsome, could I get your contact information?" The girl asked, mustering her courage. While sorting goods, Pedro heard this and immediately looked toward the register, "She wants my contact information." "Then give it." Nora, who was focused on calculations, replied without looking up. Not surprised by her answer, Pedro wasn’t angry. Instead, he smoothly took out his phone. He agreed, looking like he was obediently following instructions. "Uh," seeing the close relationship between the two, the girl blushed bright red and quickly waved her hands, "No need, no need..." Embarrassed to ask for his contact in front of his girlfriend, the girl was utterly flustered. She hurried back to the counter, pulled out her phone to scan and pay, grabbed her fruit, and left. The whole time, she didn’t even look up once. Pedro was willing to give her his contact, yet she seemed even more panicked than if she’d been rejected? Glancing over at Pedro not far away, he wore an effortless smile as he put his phone back in his pocket. After a few seconds’ pause, Nora carefully recalled the conversation, finally realizing— Nora laughed in exasperation, "You used me as a shield?" That devious him, when she asked for his number, the first thing he did was consult her, wasn’t it clearly to seek her opinion? With an ordinary relationship, would he really need "approval"? Anyone with a bit of self-awareness wouldn’t ask for his contact info. "Your reaction time is quite long." Not only was Pedro not guilty, but he confidently, relentlessly teased her. "Hah, I’ve noticed you’re growing more cheeky—" Nora raised an eyebrow, planning to give him a lesson. However, before she could grab a "weapon," the commotion outside caught her attention. All eyes turned outside, looking through the transparent glass door, where they saw three parked cars by the roadside. Three black sedans, the one in the front, was the luxury car that had arrived two hours ago, and the woman getting out—was also the same one. Nora and Pedro exchanged a glance: Someone’s here to settle the score. "There are quite a few of them, need any help?" Pedro casually asked. Nora replied calmly to him. Glancing down, Nora’s gaze fell on the time displayed on the computer screen. Just a bit earlier than expected. Nonetheless, it wasn’t important. While they conversed, Helena Wills, surrounded by about a dozen bodyguards, pushed the door open and entered. A grand procession of people, all dressed in black, entered. Two of them were holding wooden sticks. To an outsider, it might appear as though a gang was here to "collect protection fees." Nora smiled, calmly bypassing the front desk to face this aggressive group head-on.