"Hmm." Nora Scott rolled up the charcoal pencil and said casually, "He might have a split personality, living life like two different characters in and out of the play." Oliver Scott + Marcus Shaw: "..." Adjusting his emotions, Oliver Scott asked again, "What kind of person is he in private?" "Just like what you see." With a nonchalant answer, Nora Scott looked at Pedro Langley, who was being tormented by Rose, and impatiently picked up a packet of cat snacks to throw at Pedro Langley, with a smile breaking through, "Cats and you, quite a match." Seeing her smile, the chill in Pedro Langley’s eyes dissipated a bit. Lowering his head to look at the fluffy cat in his arms, he found it much more pleasing to the eye. Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw exchanged another glance. Oliver Scott: "No sense of immersion whatsoever." Marcus Shaw didn’t comment. The Henry Chapman they saw on the screen was a completely different person from the one they just met in person. There was some sense of dissonance, yet it felt... quite novel. One is the legendary acting fanatic, who demands extreme perfection from his team, while the other is a star infamous for terrible acting, mostly starring in bad shows... How did these two even meet? This world is indeed mysterious. When Henry Chapman went to get cat food and litter, Nora Scott, who just got new charcoal pencils, was eager to try them out. She tossed the cat to Pedro Langley, Oliver Scott, and Marcus Shaw, then went to the bedroom to test the pencils. Who knows how much time passed. "Knock, knock, knock." The door was knocked. Just as Nora Scott turned her head, the door was pushed open, and simultaneously Henry Chapman’s voice sounded, "Need something." Standing at the door, Henry Chapman first scanned the room, confirming the furniture’s placement, then walked in. Playing with the pencil in her fingers, Nora Scott asked suspiciously. Henry Chapman said, "I want one of your mechanism toys." He stopped by the bookshelf against the wall, his gaze sweeping over the array of comic books. Nora Scott was taken aback for a moment, "Aren’t you not interested?" When idle, Nora Scott would design mechanism toys, sometimes designing blueprints for others to make, sometimes crafting them herself out of interest. Henry Chapman was aware of this but always seemed indifferent to the mechanism toys she made. "Hmm, for a gift." Henry Chapman nodded slightly, explaining, "I heard he’s quite fond of mechanisms." "What kind do you want?" "Just grab any," Henry Chapman answered perfunctorily, pausing before adding, "I don’t like that old man." A flash of insight, and Nora Scott couldn’t help but ask, "The old man you’re talking about, is it Aaron Scott?" Henry Chapman was a bit surprised, "Hmm. You know him?" "Heard of him, not met him," Nora Scott said, pointing to the lowest tier of the bookshelf, "There are plenty in the storage box, pick one yourself." Henry Chapman walked over, crouching down to take out the storage box. A jumble of odds and ends. He wasn’t the slightest bit polite, picking through one by one—not for the best, but the worst. Just as he said, he didn’t like the old man. If not for Mrs. Chapman’s arrangement and the gift preparation for the birthday, he wouldn’t attend the banquet at all. With his elbow resting on the chair back, Nora Scott squinted slightly and asked, "What’s your family’s relationship with Aaron Scott?" "No particular relationship," Henry Chapman said in a flat tone, "Invitation was delivered to the house, giving him some face." The Scott family wasn’t an established family; it only began with Aaron Scott’s generation in business, and the descendants barely managed to maintain the family business. The only promising one, Ernesto Scott, had mostly cut ties with the Scott family. In terms of heritage, they are far from being on par with the truly established families of Fenton City. But Aaron Scott’s thick-skinned nature couldn’t resist, hosting a grand seventieth birthday and broadly sending out invitations. With invites sent to the door, it was hard to refuse, and unwelcome scenes were avoided—all would send the younger generation as representatives. Unfortunately, Henry Chapman is the only son of the Chapman family, unable to shirk off, so he had to accept this task. Uttering an "oh," Nora Scott nodded, inquiring, "What does your family do?" Nora Scott never asked about backgrounds in friendships. If a friend spoke of origins, she’d listen; if not, she wouldn’t press. Most of her social circle, like her, were indifferent to these matters. His career path is quite unusual then. Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 Henry Chapman took out a semi-oval wooden artifact, "This one will do." Nora Scott nodded, unconcernedly agreeing. Henry Chapman placed the storage box back in its spot, then stood up, tossing the object and catching it in mid-air, asking Nora Scott, "How does this work?" These were small toys Nora Scott made years ago. Thinking for a moment, Nora Scott recalled the mechanism design, "Press the button at the very bottom." Henry Chapman pressed it. In the next moment, the neatly assembled mechanism gadget burst open from the palm, piece by piece, like a blooming state. The center surrounded by a jade carved staminal, the entirety looking like a lotus flower. Press again, and all petals automatically close. Full of quirks and creativity, but utterly useless. Henry Chapman’s expression was unperturbed, having seen it all. The door was knocked again, Pedro Langley standing at the door with an indifferent expression, "Dinner’s ready." "Oh." Nora Scott responded, putting down the charcoal pencil, before asking Henry Chapman, "Want to join us?" Thinking of Rose, Henry Chapman nodded without hesitation. Pedro Langley: "..." Always inviting people for dinner, aren’t you worried about running out of rice at home? Pedro Langley was understandably frustrated, with Rose jumping around at his feet, his headache worsened. Nora Scott, unaware, walked out the door with Henry Chapman. Pedro Langley’s complexion darkened a few shades. Henry Chapman left after finishing dinner. As it got dark, Pedro Langley and Oliver Scott lingered for a while, unable to stay longer. Pedro Langley escorted Oliver Scott back, leaving together. As for Rose, after Nora Scott gave some cat food, she didn’t bother, leaving the task of serving the cat to Marcus Shaw naturally. Seeing off the guests, as usual, Nora Scott accompanied Antonio Easton for a moment before taking a shower and returning to her room around nine. The phone pinged with new messages, from Dean Carter’s friend added that morning. [Professor Tavares]: Teacher, I talked to the person in charge. With his consent, I’ll send you the problems we’re facing. [Professor Tavares]: [Image] [Professor Tavares]: [Image] [Professor Tavares]: How do you think these issues can be solved? Nora Scott raised an eyebrow. Ethan Scott had a high level of vigilance, not allowing participation in projects without his permission to view the blueprints. After chatting with Professor Tavares today, she revealed a little, and Professor Tavares immediately expressed a desire to recommend her, before going to talk with Ethan Scott. Ethan Scott advising Professor Tavares to show her these drawings and solve the problem was likely a test of sorts. This person is so annoying. Sending back two words, Nora Scott closed the bedroom door and walked to the desk. She pulled a drawing, smoothed it out, and sat down. Professor Tavares, still in the studio with a headache, nearly choked on tea as he heard the reply notification. Considering the conversation, Professor Tavares double-checked, carefully analyzing, deriving one meaning: Just wait, I’ll solve the problem. The problem that puzzled them for three days, and now you casually replied, "Just a moment"? Is your concept of time a bit hazy? Thus, fifteen minutes later. The one who asked him to "just wait" once more confirmed her concept of time with another message. [Z,]: Temporarily drawing, a bit tedious, so I was slow. Professor Tavares: ??? Did you graduate from a humor university, dear instructor? Internally ranting limitlessly, Professor Tavares disdainfully scoffed, then opened the images —