For the sake of a few photos, Nora Scott specially put in some effort, but seeing that no one in the group appreciated it, she simply stopped caring. She muted the phone, tossed it aside, and went about her business. After eating and drinking her fill, and chatting with Antonio Easton for half an hour, Nora Scott slowly fished out her phone. Ethan Scott completely lost it. [Ethan Scott]: The photos are so blurry, you did it on purpose, right? [Ethan Scott]: There are only two and a half days left, don’t come crying when you can’t finish in time. [Ethan Scott]: Where are you?! [Ethan Scott]: Nora Scott, if you dare play me, even with your dad backing you, this won’t end well! [Ethan Scott]: Don’t be too complacent. Your dad hasn’t completely distanced himself from the Scott family; he still wants you to acknowledge your roots! [Ethan Scott]: Making enemies everywhere won’t do you any good! Google seaʀᴄh 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 The screen was filled with Ethan Scott’s messages, from restrained anger to explosive rage, all in half an hour. If you read further, each word was burning with intense flames. A little more pressure, and he might just explode on the spot. Nora Scott raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly: Aren’t I just playing you? She wanted the money. As for the blueprints... Marcus Shaw, passing by, caught sight of Nora Scott’s cold and sinister smile and couldn’t help but shiver, feeling a chill all over. Still, without replying to Ethan Scott, Nora Scott took a short break, picked up the blueprints, went out for a while, and upon returning, tossed the scanned blueprint images into the group chat. [Z]: These are a third of the design blueprints. [Z]: Make the models according to a 10:1 scale. The group chat fell silent for a moment, seemingly unable to react to her sudden message. It was quite a while before someone responded in the group. [Professor Tavares]: Isn’t it still in the blueprint stage? Are we starting model making already? The question was asked quite tactfully. Due to the special nature of this design, the fragmented mechanical parts need to counterbalance, guide, and cooperate with each other, turning parts into a whole, embedding to reach the final product. Considering the numerous tiny parts, the effort needed here is imaginable. To get it right, there will be hurdle after hurdle, solved issues reoccurring later, forcing one to modify again. This is why it’s hard for them again and again. According to their progress, they could barely finish designing in two months, but it would require much more time thereafter, validating its practicality over and over. Problems are bound to arise in this process. Nothing happens overnight. However, Nora Scott’s move was undoubtedly an overconfident message to them—I’ll succeed in one go without any extra effort. The project’s timeline shrank from "indefinite" to "a week," then down to "three days," already causing experts to question and resent it. Now, she’s forcing them from "working together" to "assist her," making the experts feel as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. [Z]: My design won’t have any problems. A brief remark that completely killed the conversation. After a moment, Professor Tavares sent another message. [Professor Tavares]: You need to understand, designing and building models simultaneously means that if a single mistake occurs, our model work is for nothing. [Professor Tavares]: Could you share your current progress? It would give us some idea of where we stand. Initially attempting to retain Nora Scott, Professor Tavares believed Nora might indeed have the skills and wanted to witness her abilities, curious about whether she had any heritage in Mechanical Techniques. No one anticipated she’d be so arrogant, refusing to engage with them, impossible to reach throughout the day. With them anxiously eager, she suddenly produced a third of the blueprint and told them to just dive in making models... Irritation, exasperation, regret. Nora Scott delivered another drastic blow. [Z]: I’ve seen the results you’ve produced since taking over; pretty mediocre. Trying to complete it in three days, discussing with you would only hold me back. Hold you back? Oh, come off it! Now, many gazes fixed on the group chat finally couldn’t hold back their bursting little universes. The relatively quiet group was instantly flooded with messages. [We’re holding you back? Such a boast from someone so young!] [Arrogant just because you’ve got some skills, @Professor Tavares, Old Tavares, did you pick the wrong person?] [We’re not here to play house with you. You want to show off, that’s your business, but don’t waste our time.] [Not worried about throwing your back out!] Messages scrolled rapidly upwards, one after the other jumping out. If the anger within the words could jump out from the screen, it might just burn Nora Scott to ashes.