It was visible to the naked eye that Jesse Johnson went from being furious to calming down in just a few seconds. He stared blankly at the piece of paper, all his agitation, anger, and excitement subsided into calmness, as if the paper possessed some magical power. "Where did you get this?" Licking his lips, Jesse found his mouth dry, and his voice was trembling. Nora Scott lazily and arrogantly raised her fingers, "That’s my business." Jesse took a breath, thinking of all the times he had been deceived, his face showing more suspicion and caution, "Don’t think I don’t know, all you cunning people have the same tricks—" "I don’t think much of Lily Turner’s tricks. The stamped one, you can take it and compare it with the online version or have it verified by a professional." Cutting him off lazily, Nora’s eyebrow raised slightly, asking, "Do you want it?" The suspicion and wariness in his eyes gradually faded away. Nora’s attitude was too assertive, affirmative, and confident, not the kind of guilt one would have after faking something. Moreover, since she knew Lily Turner had "fooled" him before, she probably wouldn’t use the same trick again. Otherwise, she’d really be taking him for a fool... But then, where did she get the signature from? Jesse quickly dismissed the impossible thought, assuming there must be some unspeakable secret involved. "Don’t want it, huh?" After waiting for three seconds, Nora smiled faintly and took back the signature. Originally deep in thought, Jesse couldn’t hold back seeing her move, he quickly extended his hand and snatched the paper away. "Let me tell you, even if this signature is real—" Jesse cradled the paper like a treasure, yet his eyes widened in a threatening manner as he spoke to Nora, "Don’t think you can bribe me to get close to my third brother!" Marcus Shaw, seated in the back, unintentionally frowned. Witnessing Jesse’s ’burning bridges’ behavior, Nora nonchalantly said, "Relax, I know your worth, I’m not harboring that hope." Jesse was so stuck by her response that he couldn’t speak for a while. Marcus lowered his head slightly, hiding his lightly curving lips. This person really doesn’t like to lose... Gently holding the paper, Jesse thought of leaving in a huff, but just as he stepped out of the car door, he felt uncomfortable again. He hesitated for a couple of seconds, then poked his head back in. "Why did you give this to me?" "What did you say last time?" Tapping lightly on the steering wheel, Nora seemed to forget for a moment, pausing for two seconds before speaking slowly, "Others... oh no, if Lily Turner can work diligently, be serious, stable, and responsible, yet I use dirty tricks?" Jesse’s eyes instantly turned red. Embarrassment, grievance, and anger. Her words genuinely humiliated Jesse. Last night, he had received high-definition photos and recordings, along with some of Lily’s phone chat records and transaction records, detailing how she was being kept, deliberately deceived him, bribed marketing accounts, etc., he went crazy upon realizing it and confronted Lily face-to-face upstairs. If the evidence made him believe only halfway, Lily Turner’s panicked and guilty behavior confirmed those evidences solidly. In his heart, the image of the perfect goddess Lily Turner had completely collapsed. And he had boasted about Lily Turner in front of Nora... A direct slap in the face. However, seeing his pathetic state, Nora seemed amused, with a schadenfreude look, "Misread, didn’t you?" His face turned bright red, helplessly feeling guilty, he couldn’t even lift his head, after a long pause, Jesse could only squeeze out a sentence, "Why do you hold such grudges?!" "Petty and vindictive are women’s rightful privileges," Nora replied confidently, her smile grew brighter, dragging her lazy tone to remind him, "Remember, a drop of water shall be returned with a burst of a spring. This is already the second favor." The vehicle finally started moving forward. Through the car window, Marcus’s gaze moved to the young man standing by the roadside, looking down at the paper in his hand. Amidst the busy crowd, he seemed desolate and miserable, as if abandoned. For a moment, it seemed like a droplet fell. Turning back, Marcus looked at the woman driving in front, unable to resist speaking, "It’s quite a miracle you managed to grow up safe and sound." With her manner of handling things, it’s a wonder she wasn’t beaten to death. "I didn’t find it hard," Nora replied unhurriedly, noticing the red light ahead, she glanced behind on purpose, hinting as she continued, "But for someone like you who injured himself during a fight..." She must have mastered the art of ’How to insult people in three sentences’. To attack her, one must first endure a ton of damage. Pausing for a few seconds, Marcus originally intended to ’keep the peace’, but after half a day the anger hadn’t subsided, so as the vehicle crossed the intersection, he suddenly squeezed out a sentence, "If I hadn’t held back, yesterday you would’ve gone to the police station instead of school." Nora teased with interest, "Didn’t expect you’d be so considerate of me." Forget it, discretion is the better part of valor. If this conversation went on, he’d fear a fight would break out in the car. As for Zero’s signature... He intended to ask but reconsidered; Marcus felt not only would he not get an answer, he’d receive a heap of sarcastic remarks, so he suppressed his curiosity. Lowering his head, Jesse gazed at the paper in his hand. He had always paid attention to the news of Zero sending gifts, and could naturally tell that this piece of paper was the same kind, with handwriting and a stamp almost identical, impossible to distinguish its authenticity. Barlow’s picture, drawn in a Cloud Flow style, like he’s seen countless times, without a hint of imitation. The meaning of life lies in finding your own value; The value of life lies in how you discover yourself. Reading these lines back and forth, Jesse’s eyes suddenly reddened again. If it’s real... then how did Nora describe him to Zero? A playboy who doesn’t engage in honest work? A fool played around with feelings? Someone who bullied her? With the phone vibrating, Jesse wiped his face with his sleeve, sniffling with reddened eyes, he calmed his emotions before pulling out his phone. The battery was almost dead, and the name that popped up on the screen made him pause. It was the crew manager. "Second Shaw, in about a week, the crew will wrap up filming. Will you be attending the wrap party then?" Breathing out cold air, Jesse blinked, tears once again spilling from his freshly dried eyes, he spoke in a voice carried by the cold wind, "Can I come over now?" The crew manager paused, "What’s wrong?" Looking at the paper in his hand, Jesse wasn’t high-spirited or ambitious, his voice dropped significantly, sullen as he spoke, "I’m the assistant director, of course, I’m going to work." To hell with this stupid love, he wants to work, to realize life’s value! What’s up with that, did the sun rise from the west today? Near First Affiliated High School. Controlling the steering wheel, Nora calmly asked, "How many minutes left?" Glancing down at the time displayed on the phone screen, Marcus answered just as calmly. Being late was already a common occurrence for him. Nora responded, unfazed, "Then there’s still time." Marcus looked up at the distant school gate—the head teacher was already at the gate, watching the time, ready to block people from entering. The distance between them and the school gate wasn’t just geographical but compounded with numerous vehicles and crowds. Just as he was about to ask what she meant by "still time", Marcus suddenly noticed Nora taking a sharp turn, driving the car onto another road, and before he knew it, the school gate getting farther and vanishing from his view.