"Uh, sis," Oliver Scott let out a breath and explained, "You might need to prepare yourself a little mentally for tomorrow’s parents’ meeting." "Marcus Shaw’s exam results have skyrocketed from being outside the top two hundred to being in the top thirty, so..." Oliver hesitated, "Some teachers suspect he might have cheated." Nora Scott caught on, "Your homeroom teacher?" Oliver replied, "Judging by her tone, there’s a hint of it." "Got it." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 Nora said calmly, indicating she was aware. "There’s no way Marcus Shaw would cheat. The school’s exam supervision is strict. Even if he wanted to cheat, there wouldn’t be an opportunity," Oliver explained. Nora’s tone was confident. Marcus Shaw was very proud and didn’t care about rankings; even if the answers were laid out in front of him, he probably wouldn’t bother to copy them. However, that boy was stubborn and had a strong personality. If the teacher didn’t bring it up to Nora proactively, he might keep it a secret forever. Someone who can shoulder responsibility. Hearing the trust Nora had in Marcus, Oliver secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it was at his home, if the teacher suspected cheating, Alma Ferreira would be the first to point fingers at them without even knowing the reason. Although he felt Nora wasn’t like that, Oliver was still a bit worried before saying anything. Nora casually asked Oliver a few questions about Marcus’s situation, didn’t talk much more, and hung up the phone. After saving Oliver’s number, Nora tapped her fingers on the table twice, then unlocked the phone and called Ernesto Scott. The phone on the desk kept vibrating. Marcus Shaw paused his reading and glanced aside, seeing the notifications popping up continuously. [Chatterbox]: What did Anastasia want to talk to you about after school? [Chatterbox]: Was it about your grades? [Chatterbox]: You need to explain clearly. [Chatterbox]: The more silent you are, the less they believe you. [Chatterbox]: [Harassment] ×100 [Chatterbox]: [Harassment] ×100 Marcus couldn’t bear it anymore and picked up the phone. [Marcus]: She asked me to do some exercises, I didn’t. [Chatterbox]: Why not? [Chatterbox]: Wouldn’t it clear things up after you finish them? [Marcus]: They can believe whatever they want. He wasn’t in the habit of proving his worth to others. He’d score however he wanted, do as many exercises as he wanted—what’s it to them? [Chatterbox]: Don’t stir up trouble. [Chatterbox]: Is facing a slap in the office not satisfying enough, or is becoming a dark horse not glorious enough? [Chatterbox]: Also, bring this up with Mr. Flynn; he might be able to help a bit. Your sis is going to school tomorrow, remember her temper. [Marcus]: Who are you calling ’sis’? It didn’t take long for him to start calling her "sis"? Oliver paused for a few seconds on the other side. Then, a flood of responses. [Chatterbox]: You little dimwit. [Chatterbox]: You little dimwit. [Chatterbox]: You little dimwit. Marcus tossed the phone aside and picked up his book again, but he was distracted, and after two minutes, all he could think about was Oliver’s sentence: "Your sis is going to school tomorrow, remember her temper," leaving him restless. After a while, he reached for his phone again and found Mr. Flynn’s WeChat. Scott family villa, first-floor study room. Once again blacklisted by Marcus, Oliver learned to stay calm, ready for tomorrow when he’d pester Marcus to add him on WeChat again, and then put the phone aside. He flipped through a pile of reference books. The door was knocked three times, and then, it was pushed open. Oliver looked at the doorway in puzzlement and saw Ernesto Scott’s silhouette, which gave him pause. Without making a sound, Ernesto had already inquired, "Your school has a parents’ meeting tomorrow?" Slightly nodding, Ernesto said, "Don’t bother your sis or mom, I’ll attend your parents’ meeting." If he was bringing this up, it could only mean... Oliver realized, "Did sis tell you?" "No..." Seeing Ernesto about to deny mentioning Sophie, then quickly catching on, he suspiciously asked, "You mean Nora?" Ernesto gave him a meaningful look, "Are you getting along well with Nora now?" "It’s okay, I guess." Although it’s a bit hard for him to suddenly accept having an older sister, he doesn’t mind having someone like Nora as his sister. Nora may not seem warm or familiar with him, but in reality... She doesn’t treat him any differently than Marcus Shaw. After taking a few steps forward, Ernesto Scott leaned his hand on the table, tightly furrowing his brows, and urgently asked Oliver Scott, "How did you two manage to get along so well?" Is this seeking advice? With so much to say, Oliver Scott could only express it in one sentence: this doting father! Meanwhile, after finishing her call, Nora stayed in her bedroom and didn’t return to the living room. The aunt prepared the food, and the aroma filled the air. Pedro Langley came to knock on the door, calling Nora out for dinner. Nora was hunched over the desk, holding a pen and ruler, drawing lines on the design paper. She didn’t even lift her head when she responded to Pedro Langley. After lingering at the door for a moment, Pedro Langley eventually entered the bedroom, strolling to Nora’s side. Glancing down at the pile of drawings, Pedro squinted and asked, "What are you designing?" Nora swiftly and deftly drew lines one after another. "Are you testing the limits of the law again?" The pen stalled, and Nora lifted her chin, giving him a cold look, "Can you speak human language?" Pedro smirked, "What’s the escape room design for?" "To make some extra cash." The pen twirled a few times in her hand as Nora continued sketching, explaining adeptly to him while multitasking, "There’s a variety show about escape rooms that needs an escape room designed based on mechanical techniques. The person in charge of the escape room reached out to me through a friend’s introduction." Pedro’s brows immediately knitted together. Recently, there was indeed a web show about escape rooms, conveniently invested by Fernwood Entertainment and Cool Ridge Media. The detailed design plans naturally had to go through Pedro’s approval first. Twelve episodes in total, six different themes, all based on mechanical designs, aimed at creating eye-catching escape rooms. A lot of investment went into it initially, requiring extensive preparations, meaning, of course, the workload was significant. Pedro asked, "Do you have to handle all of it?" "No time," Nora replied, "I’m responsible for one, designing one." "Hmmm," Nora pulled out the drawing pressed below and tossed it aside, saying nonchalantly, "Almost done." Forget it, no pay raise for her. Her work efficiency has always been terrifyingly impressive, managing to get things done amidst play and leisure, leaving him no chance to feel sorry for her. The next day, in the morning. The sky was just beginning to brighten. Nora, who had stayed up late to finish the designs, gradually woke up to the sound of her alarm. Her arm extended out from under the covers, and with a slap to the alarm, the blaring sound abruptly ceased. A few minutes later, hearing the movement of the door in the living room, Nora got up from the bed, slowly washing up, changing clothes, and tidying herself before slipping on her slippers and walking out of the bedroom. The living room door was open, allowing a cold breeze to flow in, making the indoor temperature a bit low. The chill of the wind fully awakened Nora. "There’s someone outside, seems like they’re here to see you." Before she could question it, Marcus Shaw walked out from the kitchen and spoke to Nora. "The one you made cry last time." After answering, Marcus Shaw went back into the kitchen. She’s made many people cry before. Nora returned to her room, put on a coat, and then lazily walked to the door. As she stepped out, she saw the figure standing outside rubbing their hands and shivering. Slightly taken aback, she then curved her lips into a light smile. "Master Johnson, dropping by for a visit?" In the courtyard, Jesse Johnson, who had dyed his hair black making him look much more agreeable, was carrying bags of stuff. Upon seeing Nora, he froze for a moment before forcing a stiff smile, "Just passing by, just passing by." Nora spoke as she was about to close the door. "Hey—" Jesse Johnson panicked, quickly stepping forward a few paces, his face flushed red from the cold, and hurriedly said, "Well, I brought some things." "Oh, I wouldn’t want to trouble you," Nora stepped back a pace and pointed to the entrance, "Just leave them there." Jesse Johnson was surprised by her token politeness, thinking she was still so annoying, but his limbs betrayed him. Obediently, he went over and placed the carefully prepared items on the entrance. With her hand on the door, Nora was about to close it again, with no intention of inviting him in. Jesse Johnson raised his voice, urgently calling out to her. Nora raised an eyebrow, "Who are you calling?" Jesse Johnson quickly changed his address. With her hand off the door, Nora leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying him with a smile in her eyes, "You’ve changed?" This time, Jesse Johnson’s tongue tangled up again. He nervously lifted his gaze and met Nora’s half-smiling eyes, his heart skipped a beat and not a single word he wanted to ask came out.