"Wow. Marcus Shaw, your classmate is really nice." Eleanor Taylor’s eyes lit up, "This cake is limited edition, you have to line up early to get it, when I usually go with friends, it takes a bit of luck to come across it." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet Marcus Shaw: "..." I knew he was up to no good. Oliver Scott: "..." Begging not to be exposed. Her gaze wandered over the three of them, finally landing on the nervous yet composed Oliver Scott, and Nora Scott suddenly understood, letting out a light laugh and naturally looking away. She turned to Eleanor Taylor and said, "Let’s eat first then." "Okay, I’ll go get them." Eleanor Taylor hurried to the kitchen and brought out all the small cakes. Five small cakes, one for each, leaving one behind. A few minutes later, the four of them sat around the sofa, each holding a small cake, but the atmosphere was silent to the point of being nearly silent—unable to find a suitable topic to talk about. Eleanor Taylor took a couple of bites of cake and suddenly remembered something, asking Nora Scott, a bit indignantly, "By the way, Nora, have you seen the news online?" Nora Scott asked calmly. She had just woken up and hadn’t had time to check. But, she could more or less guess. "It’s about the incident last night where ’First Ruins’ and ’Base No. 9’ had overlapping plots, it was taken off the hot search by dawn, and everyone more or less dismissed it. But not long after, a hot search about ’Zero plagiarizing UU’ suddenly popped up, hanging there all night." Mentioning this, Eleanor Taylor was infuriated, "Between 3 and 4 in the morning, when we were all asleep, at the weakest point of our fighting power, a wave of trolls suddenly emerged, spreading rumors and personal attacks against the uncle." "It was originally just overlapping plots, but in their mouths, it turned into blatant plagiarism." Eleanor Taylor took a breath and continued, "I argued with them online all morning, they were adamant about the plagiarism, almost made me explode." Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott silently remained silent. Nora Scott responded to Eleanor Taylor. It was obvious, Sophie Scott fell into the trap. With a curl of her lips, Nora Scott looked at Oliver Scott with interest, seeing his conflicted expression, but he forcefully shifted his attention elsewhere, pretending not to hear Eleanor Taylor’s words. Eleanor Taylor: "I got this news from an insider, last night’s unusual phenomenon was self-promotion by UU." Eleanor Taylor: "A lot of accounts are trolls, it’s too obvious. Pity the onlookers can’t tell them apart." Eleanor Taylor: "Two hours ago, UU posted on Weibo and comic squares, telling fans to focus on the work and not to argue. On the surface, it seems like they were mediating, but it resulted in the opposite effect, exciting her fans into thinking she was pressured by CC and had to come out to calm things down. Now it’s counterproductive, fans are getting more and more excited, the matter is getting bigger and bigger. I have to admit, she’s very good at playing." Eleanor Taylor: "I feel the heat of this matter will remain until next Friday. The uncle’s nature surely won’t speak out, leaving UU to continue her antics—" Helpless, Oliver Scott lightly coughed to interrupt Eleanor Taylor’s ongoing rant. "What’s wrong, choked?" Eleanor Taylor looked over in confusion, her bright clear eyes blinking with a bit of concern. Originally wanting to say a few words for his sister, Oliver Scott was stared at by those eyes, unable to say a single word. After a while, he squeezed out two words, "No." "By the way, do you two read comics?" Eleanor Taylor asked. Straight to the point, still very cool. Oliver Scott: "... Occasionally." "Then do you know the popular ’Base No. 9’ and ’First Ruins’ recently?" Eleanor Taylor instantly pulled Oliver Scott into her camp as if discovering a teammate. Next, Marcus Shaw was innocently pushed to the side, Eleanor Taylor leaned closer to Oliver Scott and started gossiping about "Zero and UU", her words full of defense for Zero. Oliver Scott, out of courtesy, couldn’t remain silent for a long time, so he occasionally responded, which made Eleanor Taylor speak more excitedly, getting carried away. Marcus Shaw, feeling a headache coming on, quickly finished his cake, trying to make an escape, but when he turned his head, he saw Nora Scott’s amused expression. Marcus Shaw wondered, "What are you laughing at?" The scene was indeed comically amusing, Nora Scott couldn’t help but chuckle. It was evident that Oliver Scott still wanted to say a few words for Sophie Scott, but when Eleanor Taylor started commenting on "UU’s art style and paneling imitating Zero", he was powerless to refute, resigning to being Eleanor Taylor’s listener. Quite interesting indeed. Marcus Shaw gave Nora Scott a peculiar look, not delving deeper, and took a book to the dining area to do some research. After finishing her cake, Nora Scott heard the phone ring and returned to the bedroom to answer the call. The call was from Laura Collins, essentially noticing the ’string of stunts by UU to gain hype’, feeling that she misjudged before and now has a bottled up frustration that needed venting. "How did she hire such professional trolls?" Laura Collins exclaimed, puzzled, "Pulling such a big stunt overnight." Nora Scott curled her lips, "Maybe she had help." After all, Sophie Scott had Lily Turner behind her wanting to curry favor. As the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Lily Turner, despite her decline, has been in the entertainment industry for years; steering a bit of public opinion is still manageable. If Lily Turner didn’t secretly assist, and Sophie Scott merely accepted without fighting back, next Friday wouldn’t be fun. "True, after all, she’s a socialite with connections." Laura Collins agreed, "I wonder how the uncle will retaliate next Friday." "Are you so sure she will fight back?" "With his penchant for causing a fuss, if nothing blindsiding happens, I’ll go live—" Nora Scott stopped Laura Collins from possibly saying something unseemly. Laura Collins indeed refrained. Putting aside the comic circle topics, the two chatted casually for about ten minutes before hanging up. When the living room became quiet, there was a faint sound of chopping from the kitchen. The door was knocked three times. The door wasn’t shut, half-open, and hearing the sound, Nora Scott turned around to see Oliver Scott standing outside. She looked at him and asked, "Something up?" Oliver Scott paused, without speaking, awkwardly touching his nose.