Nora took two seconds to react, only to realize belatedly— She had arranged to meet a designer at the Scott family house this afternoon. Follow current novᴇls on novel•fire.net Ever since noticing similarities between Evelyn Easton’s designs and the Scott family’s blueprints, Nora contacted the designer for further verification, expressing dissatisfaction with the previous plan and hoping to see more design examples. As for the design blueprints, the more, the better. The designer must be feeling frustrated, but Nora could only continue to press him. Nora glanced at the time and said, "It’ll be an hour before I can return home. Please have a cup of tea at my place first." The designer nodded frantically, suppressing his frazzled emotions. Nora hung up the phone. As she put away her phone and was about to enter, she heard someone calling from behind. Eleanor Taylor dashed into the courtyard, waving cheerfully at Nora. "Why are you here?" Nora asked suspiciously. Eleanor, in a good mood, bounced over and explained, "Grandfather just returned, the house probably needs some tidying up. I don’t have classes this afternoon, so I thought I’d come over to help." As she spoke, she peeked into the living room, looking here and there with curiosity. She hadn’t stayed in the alley before, finding everything new and fresh. Nora walked into the house. Eleanor followed, asking, "Is there anything I can help with at your place?" "No." Nora passed by the coffee table, grabbed an apple from the fruit plate, and tossed it back to her, "Just stopping by for a visit?" Eleanor took a bite of the apple and quickly said, "No, I’m here specifically to find you." Tilting her head slightly, Eleanor blinked bright eyes and asked with a smile, "You like reading comics, don’t you?" Nora glanced sideways at her. Eleanor edged closer and explained, "I was idle a while ago and casually drew a beginning to submit to CC Comics. Unexpectedly, an editor contacted me." "Then," Eleanor said, a bit embarrassed, "she said the story is good and the art is okay, but the storyboard needs improvement. I’ve been worried about it recently, thinking that you love God Z’s works, which improve readers’ appreciation of storyboarding, so I wanted to ask your opinion..." Blinking, Eleanor looked at her hopefully, "Nora, can you help me?" "Just send it to me directly." "Haha, I’ve already printed it out." Eleanor took off her backpack, unzipped it, pulled out a printed and bound comic, and handed it to Nora, "It’s more comfortable to read on paper." Nora accepted it, "I have to head out later, I’ll give you feedback in a few days." Eleanor quickly waved her hands, "It’s okay, there’s no rush." She took another bite of the apple, her eyes forming crescents, "I’m satisfied being able to publish on the same platform as my idol!" Speaking of her idol, Eleanor remembered something, "Nora, did you hear about God Z’s latest comic release on CC? Have you read his new work, ’Base No. 9’? I was worried he’d be rushed, but it turned out to be his biggest hit..." She went on endlessly. If compliments were ranked, Eleanor would definitely be at the top level. God Z himself felt uneasy listening and swiftly found an excuse to leave after three minutes. As she waved goodbye at the door, Eleanor still seemed reluctant to leave. As soon as Nora stepped inside, she heard noise coming from the drawing room. The room was lively with laughter. She stood at the entrance, scanned around, but didn’t spot the designer, only seeing Sophie Scott, Alma Ferreira, and two strangers. Sweeping her gaze past them, Nora regarded them as air, and turned her head to ask Lisa, who was standing on one side: "Where’s the person I arranged to meet?" Although Lisa was dissatisfied with Nora, in front of everyone, she had to answer properly. Nora lifted her leg and headed for the study room. The speaker, one of the strangers, was a woman around fifty, with a decent demeanor, well-preserved. Nora turned her head and glanced at her. Alma smiled warmly and introduced, "Nora, this is your aunt." She then pointed to the other unfamiliar young man, "This is your aunt’s child, your cousin, Ethan Scott. You can call him Second Brother." Hearing this familiar name, Nora finally took a proper look at the young man. About twenty-seven or eight years old, his appearance showed the genetic traits of the Scott family, with a smile as warm as spring, yet it didn’t reach his eyes, as if covered with a mask. In the moment their eyes met, Nora vaguely glimpsed a hint of coldness in his gaze, but upon a closer look, there was nothing to be found. Just a hallucination. Nora’s lips curved just a bit. Seems like they came prepared... Speaking of which, there were rumors that Evelyn Easton was targeted in the Scott family. Aaron Scott only has two sons and a daughter; I wonder if this aunt was involved? "So this is Nora, such a pretty girl," Aunt stood up, smiling brightly at her, "Come, we were just talking about you. Sit here and take a break." With a subtle smile in her eyes, Nora walked over slowly. She curled her lips, "Talking about what?"