Miss Scott, who received a response from the front desk, walked away from the desk with a faint smile of satisfaction. "Why did she ask that?" The girl next to her asked, puzzled. The receptionist shrugged, "I don’t know." "But speaking of which, who exactly is this Miss Scott—" "What are you talking about?" A low, calm voice came from the side, causing the two to pause and look back, only to see Omar Woods, impeccably dressed in a suit. The two exchanged a glance, smiling as they greeted Omar Woods, their curved eyes sparkling like shining stars. "Which Miss Scott?" Omar Woods’s expression grew a bit more serious. The receptionist who responded to Miss Scott immediately explained, "A lady just came by asking if there was a Miss Scott who could get free meals at Virtue Retreat, so we had a brief chat." Omar Woods frowned, "Why did she ask that?" The receptionist was stunned, "I didn’t ask that." "Go check which private room she’s in." The girl next quickly took the order. The receptionist stood in place, hesitated for a couple of seconds, and then asked, "Manager Woods, who is Miss Scott? That lady also asked us the reason Miss Scott gets free meals." They were both new and hadn’t seen Nora Scott before, but they had long heard her famous name. The first lesson during employee training was to introduce them to three people— They needed to memorize the faces of these three individuals through photos to ensure they could recognize them immediately; At Virtue Retreat, whenever encountering these three, services must never slack, they are more important than the boss; All meals for the three are waived, including for any friends they bring; Many rules were set up to serve them. Nora Scott, Miss Scott, was one of these three. However, when asked about the reason for their special treatment, no one had an answer. It was speculated that, apart from their unseen boss, only Omar Woods, rumored to have been following the boss for years, might know the answer. Omar Woods looked at her lightly, "The boss’s ancestor." The receptionist was dumbfounded. The girl next to her also looked over in surprise. "Manager Woods, I’ve found her," before long, the girl next reported the information, "She’s called Sophie Scott, in Dru Pavilion on the third floor. She booked the room." The receptionist exclaimed in shock. The girl next door, unaware of anything unusual, nodded blankly, "Yes." "Manager Woods, I think that lady just now..." the receptionist hesitated, recalling the delighted expression on Sophie’s face when she left, she had to tactfully express her opinion, "might have misunderstood something." Understanding who Omar Woods was, the receptionist’s words immediately made him realize the reason. "Not bad, actually having a chat with a girl." A voice tinged with humor, with a lazy, casual tone, full of teasing intent. Omar Woods turned back, seeing Nora Scott walking over, slightly bowed his head, and spoke respectfully, "Miss Scott." The two girls at the front desk also bowed their heads to greet her. However, they couldn’t help but steal glances with the corners of their eyes at Nora Scott’s stunning beauty. Even more beautiful than in the photos. Nora Scott’s lips curled slightly upward as she looked at the two new faces, asking Omar Woods, "New people?" Omar Woods nodded and directly asked, "Miss Scott, do you know someone named Sophie Scott?" "Why, is she here too?" Nora Scott casually replied, picking up the menu from the front desk with ease and flipping it open. Official source is ⓝovelFire.net "Yes." Omar Woods asked earnestly, "What’s your relationship with her like?" Nora Scott didn’t lift her head, "Not much." The action of flipping the page paused, and Nora Scott glanced at him playfully, "What, planning to blacklist her?" Slightly taken aback, Omar Woods said solemnly, "If you want her blacklisted, I can arrange it right away." "Just kidding." Nora Scott chuckled lazily, lowered her eyes to continue looking at the menu, uninterested, "No need, not worth it." If she really wanted to mess with Sophie, there were plenty of ways. No need to drag Virtue Retreat into it. Omar Woods responded with an "Mm" and introduced her to the new dishes on the side. "Isn’t it Star Scott, here for the gathering too?" Suddenly a mocking voice interrupted Omar Woods’s serious introduction. Nora Scott turned her head to see a woman in a woolen coat approaching. Just like last time, using elegance and aloofness as her exterior, in reality, full of arrogance, pride, and pretentiousness. With no one else around, that "small-mindedness" was completely apparent at the moment. Nora Scott cast a faint sideways glance at her, ignored her, and tapped on a certain new dessert with her finger. Omar Woods nodded immediately. Meanwhile, completely ignored, Isabella Hart felt hard to maintain her composure, her expression changing repeatedly, quite embarrassed. This woman... using her looks, even got the restaurant manager wrapped around her finger. Sophie arrived just in time to ease Isabella’s awkwardness. Isabella quickly looked over, a smile on her lips, her voice gentle, "Weren’t you supposed to wait upstairs?" "I said my friend would be arriving soon, so I came to pick her up." "Oh." Isabella nodded, deliberately glanced towards Nora’s direction, and asked, "Did you invite her too?" Sophie was puzzled, she looked in the direction indicated, seeing Nora leaning against the counter, she couldn’t help but be taken aback. Sophie exclaimed in surprise. Why is it that every time she comes to Virtue Retreat, she runs into her? Isabella deliberately asked, "Didn’t you two plan this?" Sophie pursed her lips, "No." Only someone with a head full of holes would invite Nora to annoy people at such gatherings! Especially these days. The third-rate actress she used to scoff at had transformed overnight into her half-sister, sitting on equal footing with her, not to mention taking all of Ernesto Scott’s affection. These days, to comfort Alma Ferreira’s mood, she’s been going back every night. Because of this, she witnessed Ernesto Scott caring attentively for Nora, while Nora was dismissive and contemptuous of his care. All the fatherly love she never enjoyed, Ernesto Scott poured it all on Nora. If she weren’t busy and worn-out with updating the manga, taking up most of her attention, she wouldn’t have been able to stay at home for even a minute. There seemed to be considerable regret in Isabella’s tone. Within that little regret, Sophie’s eyes sparkled, suddenly thinking of something, and proactively asked, "Are you still here alone today?" Nora finally replied lazily. "We’ve organized a gathering with some comic artists, all of them well-known in the industry, if you’re interested, you could join us." Sophie extended an invitation. She certainly wasn’t sincerely inviting Nora. It’s just that, feeling upset at home, now there’s a chance, she wouldn’t let go of the opportunity to show off in front of Nora. Nora wanted to get into the comic circle but didn’t have a single work; she only knew Laura Collins. But she, with two works under her belt, knows all the famous and promising comic artists in the industry. She just confirmed that "Miss Scott dines free." Barring any accidents, tonight’s meal wouldn’t cost her a penny. Though she doesn’t know the reason behind it, of course, she wished Nora could see such a thing. ——Other than gaining her father’s guilty love, Nora was nothing compared to her! That’s the difference between them! She asked, "Does it require money contributions?" Isabella: "Sophie is treating." Fallen star indeed, even calculating such trivial money contributions. Just waiting for a free dinner to fall from the sky? Nora agreed cheerfully. Dealing with Pedro Langley these days, she’s in quite a mood, let’s see what schemes Sophie is brewing behind this... Hopefully, she could find some amusement. Omar stood quietly by, seeing Nora’s response, collected the menu without evident emotion. Sophie glanced at her, snickering inwardly, yet maintained a harmless facade, saying, "Then you two head up first, to Dru Pavilion on the third floor, a few people are already there." Isabella nodded, then smiled, saying to Nora, "Star Scott, shall we?" Nora shrugged, ignored her, and walked ahead. Being ignored again, the smile on Isabella’s lips momentarily stiffened, bidding farewell to Sophie, her remaining smile vanished instantly. The look in her eyes staring at Nora’s back was filled with anger and displeasure. What’s so smug about being an eighteen-line star and an unqualified comic artist? You won’t have it easy later! Nora and Isabella went upstairs, whereas Sophie went to greet a friend at the entrance. All three left the front desk. However, the three bystanders at the front counter were keenly picking up on something. The receptionist whispered, "Those two just now, one’s a white lotus, the other a green tea b*tch, they don’t seem like good folks... Will our Miss Scott be alright?" The girl next door scornfully replied, "I don’t think Miss Scott cares about them at all." "Indeed, on our turf, they can’t stir up much trouble." The receptionist nodded in agreement. The girl next door glanced curiously at Omar Woods. That is the ancestor the boss wants to worship, and Manager Woods is just letting them go like that? Omar remained calm, "Inform the third-floor staff to step it up for Miss Scott." The receptionist quickly responded. The private rooms on the third floor are of high standards, and each staff member there has an impressive background. For newcomers like them, there’s a sense of admiration and envy towards them. Since Omar Woods spoke, then—— The "boss’s ancestor" could even blow up the room without any repercussions.