Nora suspected that Molly had other reasons for killing "Call for Help from Afar," and it was not without reason. Firstly, her ability is evident; she has full confidence in the storyboard she modified. There’s surely no problem passing the contract review. If there is a problem, it’s definitely the editor’s fault. Secondly, last time when she brought Eleanor Taylor’s manuscript to the Scott family, after having a meal and returning to the study, Nora discovered that the manuscript had been tampered with. She never lowers her guard at the Scott family, so after discovering the manuscript had been tampered with, she made several guesses. One of the guesses was: Sophie saw the manuscript and suspected "Call for Help from Afar" was her work, then used the animosity formed between her and Molly at the comic convention to induce Molly to secretly sabotage it. She never expected the guess to come true. Eleanor looked at the silent Nora with confusion. Nora picked up her phone and said, "I have something to do." "Oh, okay," Eleanor nodded, "I’ll go see Sir Easton." Eleanor jumped up and greeted Pedro Langley before heading into Antonio Easton’s bedroom. Pedro Langley, with one hand in his pocket, paced over. Standing behind the sofa, Pedro extended his hand, running his fingers through Nora’s flowing black hair, gently twisting a strand between his fingers. To his teasing, Nora didn’t even raise her eyelids. Being called a goddess was nothing new to her. Pedro lowered his eyes to look at her and asked, "Haven’t you been pursued often?" Nora replied lazily, reaching out to slap away his unruly hand. Pedro chuckled lightly, let go of her hair, and avoided her hand. But in the next moment, he suddenly leaned on the back of the chair, bending forward close to her, "What have you thought about it?" The tip of his nose lightly caught the scent of her hair, faintly soaking in, refreshing all his senses. Nora paused her messaging actions. She subconsciously tilted her head, pulling away from Pedro, to avoid the heart-stirring voice that reached her ear. Nora hesitated to reply. Before she could give a concrete answer, the living room door suddenly creaked open, being pushed open once again. The two of them suddenly looked up toward the door. Just stepping inside, Marcus Shaw, feeling the four gazes, abruptly halted his steps and frowned, looking over towards them. They exchanged glances. Marcus paused for a moment, suddenly feeling the cold wind sweeping through the courtyard, his spine a bit chilly. He seemed to have returned at the wrong time. Fınd the newest release on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽 After a moment of silent atmosphere, Nora took the initiative to ask, "So early today?" School tutoring ended today. However, usually Marcus finishes school after dark, returning home very late, but today he arrived as dusk was approaching. "Mm, results are out, no classes scheduled." Marcus said as he closed the door, paused, then looked at Nora, and after some thought, said, "There’s a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow." Nora responded indifferently, casually asking, "What time?" She agreed promptly without any hesitation. Marcus relaxed a bit and answered, "Ten in the morning." "Are you still going to school?" "Then, let’s go together tomorrow." After some back and forth questioning and answering, Nora clearly made a decision. Remembering Nora’s repeated stunts of making him climb walls, Marcus hesitated for a moment, but realizing she wouldn’t accompany him in climbing the wall tomorrow morning, he agreed with an "Mm." "There are snacks on the table." Glancing at the dining table, Nora reminded him. Earlier, upon entering the living room, Nora noticed that pile of food on the table, among which there were honey-coated twisted pastries that were undoubtedly bought by Pedro Langley. Marcus was about to walk over when he suddenly sensed two gazes from behind attacking him, paused slightly, and tactfully changed direction. Fine, he couldn’t afford to provoke them. After putting away his things, Marcus returned to his bedroom. Nora, who was aware of it, glanced sideways at Pedro Langley. Pedro still shamelessly stood upright, acting leisurely, "I didn’t say anything." Nora speechlessly withdrew her gaze and clicked send on the edited content. [Z,]: Kieran Shawn, there’s a newbie who wants to submit. Can you take a look at her comic? Just after sending it, the other side replied instantly. [Kieran Shawn]: Sure! Sure! [Kieran Shawn]: Just send it to me directly. Eleanor had previously sent the modified manuscript online to Nora, who had kept a backup. After finding it, she sent it to Kieran Shawn. [Kieran Shawn]: I’ll look at it right away. [Kieran Shawn]: Uncle! [Kieran Shawn]: Uncle! [Kieran Shawn]: Uncle! Her screen was flooded. Nora glanced over and almost didn’t recognize the word "uncle" anymore. [Kieran Shawn]: Uncle, the photo on Weibo... [Kieran Shawn]: Is it really you? Nora Scott looked at the culprit watching TV, her mouth twitched. The culprit, Pedro Langley, turned his head to look at her. Nora Scott, feeling frustrated, looked away. Three minutes passed, and Kieran Shawn didn’t reply. Just when Nora Scott thought he was going to shut down as well, a message finally came back. [Kieran Shawn]: Sorry, my brain crashed. [Kieran Shawn]: How about you reorganize your words and reply to me again? Through the screen, Nora Scott could feel Kieran Shawn’s bewilderment. Raising her eyebrows, Nora Scott continued to reply. [Z,]: The person in the photo is me. This time, Kieran Shawn remained silent even longer. [Kieran Shawn]: Sorry, I need to shut down for a bit. Half a minute later, Kieran Shawn changed his profile to an image with the word "shutdown" on it and updated his WeChat nickname accordingly. "Pedro Langley," Nora Scott called through gritted teeth. Hmm what? Look at the mess you’ve caused! Everyone’s gone into shutdown mode because of you! Nora Scott picked up a throw pillow and hurled it at Pedro Langley. Pedro Langley was caught off guard, blocked it with his hand, and looked at her in confusion. "I’m changing the password." Nora Scott’s voice carried a hint of anger. Pedro Langley glanced at her casually, saying with an air of ease, "If it’s six ones, then forget it." Having her password guessed correctly, Nora Scott looked at him in disbelief. Meeting her gaze, Pedro Langley gave a light chuckle and added, "Seven zeros won’t do either." After a moment’s thought, Nora Scott said speechlessly, "You’re so psychic, why not go into fortune-telling?" "Doesn’t pay," Pedro Langley said earnestly, "I know a fortune teller who sets up a stall every day and only gets one client per week, doesn’t even cover the stall fees—" Unable to tolerate it any longer, Nora Scott threw another pillow over. This time, Pedro Langley was prepared, catching the pillow with ease. His expression softened into a smile, becoming more lively, resembling the version of him Nora Scott was familiar with, less serious and stern. Nora Scott watched for a moment, hesitated, and quickly looked away. At that moment, her phone vibrated again, it was a call from an unknown number. Nora Scott got up, walked towards the bedroom while answering the call. Skipping the greetings, Nora Scott asked straight to the point. There was silence on the other end for two seconds, then a hesitant voice emerged, "Sis." Nora Scott entered the bedroom, asking, "What’s the matter?" Oliver Scott didn’t hesitate, stating his intention directly, "Are you available to attend a parents’ meeting tomorrow?" "Hmm, I have to go to Marcus Shaw’s parents’ meeting." Oliver Scott sounded a bit disappointed. Noticing the hint, Nora Scott squinted her eyes slightly, "Where’s your dad?" Oliver Scott reaching out to her indicated that no one in his family could attend the parents’ meeting. As for why Sophie Scott couldn’t attend, Nora Scott understood well enough—given Sophie’s current emotionally battered state, it would be good enough for her to recover some spirit within a week, let alone do anything else. As for Alma Ferreira... Nora Scott could also guess her reason. Although she had only met Alma a few times, it was clear that Alma was someone who cared a lot about her image. Now with Sophie’s situation blown up so much, Alma probably wouldn’t go out anytime soon. So that left Ernesto Scott. Oliver Scott paused, speaking flatly, "He’s never attended a parents’ meeting." "Is he home?" Nora Scott asked. After a moment’s hesitation, Oliver Scott responded with a "Hmm." From childhood till now, Ernesto Scott had never attended his parents’ meetings. At this point, it was easier for Oliver Scott to speak to Nora Scott than to Ernesto Scott. Reaching the window, Nora Scott leaned on the desk, gazing down at the blueprints spread out. She said, "He will go." Oliver Scott genuinely struggled to ask Ernesto Scott but didn’t know how to explain this to Nora Scott. After a brief pause, Oliver Scott felt quite awkward, deciding to change the subject, "By the way, has Marcus Shaw returned home?" "Did he tell you anything?" "He talked about the parents’ meeting." Nora Scott frowned, asking, "Why?" "Well, Sis," Oliver Scott sighed, explaining, "When you go to the parents’ meeting tomorrow, you might need to prepare yourself psychologically."