This threat indeed works. Usually, knowing that Antonio Easton couldn’t see, she could make up anything she liked. But during this period, Nora Scott observed that Pedro Langley’s credibility with Antonio Easton was growing explosively, with a vague trend of surpassing hers... Nora Scott feared nothing, except Antonio Easton’s worries from the hospital bed. After all, it would be unfilial. "I don’t mind you realizing my value now and deciding to make amends with me—" The guy on the phone started pushing his luck, and Nora Scott scoffed, "Dream on, bye." She moved the phone away, ready to hang up, but suddenly thought of something and put it back to her ear, saying, "Wait a minute." Her temporary change of mind was met with a voice from Pedro Langley, touched with a hint of laughter and a trace of imperceptible tolerance. Nora Scott asked, "When did you secretly take the photo for your profile picture?" Previously, she rarely chatted on WeChat with Pedro Langley, almost forgetting about it. The sketch that Pedro Langley used as his profile picture was one she drew after they confirmed their relationship. Actually, if it were just any ordinary sketch, maybe it wouldn’t matter if he liked it or not, whether he used it or not, but... The sketch depicted the place where they confirmed their relationship. In the far north, clearly during the spring when flowers bloom, it still felt like the heart of winter. A sudden snowstorm trapped them there, and by a strange twist of fate, she ended up in a relationship with Pedro Langley. Now, every time she saw Pedro Langley’s profile picture, Nora Scott couldn’t help but remember those past events, the mundane old affairs she usually paid no mind to, which always left her feeling uncomfortable whenever they came to mind. Through the glass, Pedro Langley watched the tall figure on the balcony from afar, the smile remembering the past lingered on his lips, "The morning after you finished drawing it while you were still asleep—" Hearing the last two words, Nora Scott’s head already felt big, and her suddenly raised voice quickly interrupted Pedro Langley’s narration. Eyes deepening in color, like ink being splashed, Pedro Langley said unhurriedly, "That matter has already happened..." "Who brought up that matter with you?" Nora Scott frowned, not wanting to hear another word, "I told you to change your profile picture." Smoothing out his shirt sleeve, Pedro Langley’s gaze boldly fixed on her, his tone firm and unquestionable, "I like it, not changing." Taking a deep breath, Nora Scott gritted her teeth, "Looking for trouble?" "If you want a copyright fee, you can contact my lawyer." Damn, you can’t get away with anything! A few seconds later, the figure standing on the balcony disappeared, the floor-to-ceiling windows slammed shut with a bang. Immediately, the blackout curtains were drawn, blocking all view and even the light, leaving only the silent, empty balcony. Staring quietly at the vacant balcony, Pedro Langley finally lowered his phone after a long time. Memories surfaced in his mind, the nineteen-year-old and twenty-four-year-old versions of Nora Scott overlapping, the charm and brilliance that time gave her exceeded his expectations by far. Every move tugged at his heartstrings, making him irresistibly attracted. To think there’d be a day when he could talk peacefully about that incident with her... He feared he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw sat on the floor, staring at a few wooden pieces and a blueprint, looking at each other in dismay. Picking up a pen, Oliver Scott circled a pattern on the blueprint. "We’ve checked everything, it must be the mechanism structure that’s the problem." Oliver Scott ran a hand through his chaotic short hair, a few traces of frustration in his serious expression, "This mechanism connects in hidden places, we’re not sure how the original version was coordinated, it’s a shot in the dark and hard to deal with." Marcus Shaw picked up one of the piles of blueprints next to him, asking, "None of these work?" These are their designs, the mechanism solutions for restoring the operation of the Mechanical Box. Each solution could achieve the effect, but the issue was flexibility. "It’ll work, but it’s not the original mechanism, we can’t completely restore it." Oliver Scott said, "If the original Mechanical Box was a hundred points, these solutions we designed, some pass, the highest is seventy or eighty percent." "Is the original mechanism really that difficult?" The Mechanical Box was only composed of a few pieces of wood, its structure simple, except the most important mechanism hub part was missing. Marcus Shaw had also studied Oliver Scott’s tutorial on opening the Mechanical Box, just a few steps, nothing technical. However, the simple act of unlocking it compared to creating it without a template were purely different levels. It was like the difference between using a fridge and manufacturing one. "Put it this way, some mechanisms, the simpler they are, the higher the skill required. The Mechanical Box may be easy to open, but the maker is definitely not at an amateur level." After speaking, Oliver Scott pondered for a moment, then continued, "In other words, anyone who can create a Mechanical Box that doesn’t exist on the market and is worthy of being displayed, is among the top tier." Meaning, the two of them were equivalent to amateurs. Marcus Shaw felt dizzy with all the patterns in his head. After a while, he tossed the blueprints away, feeling quite annoyed, "We’ll talk about it tomorrow." Marcus Shaw had just stood up when Oliver Scott called him to stop. Marcus Shaw looked over suspiciously. He thought Oliver Scott had a new idea, but saw Oliver Scott giving him an awkward smile, cleared his throat, and asked, "Do you know how to put a duvet inside a duvet cover?" What Nora Scott had thrown to Oliver Scott was a brand-new duvet and cover, not a ready-made comforter, and, as it happened, Oliver Scott, accustomed to being served, had rather poor life skills in this area. Looking all proper, turns out to be a life amateur! In the early hours, 3 AM. In the pitch-dark bedroom, Nora Scott suddenly sat up from the bed, her dark eyes clear and bright, showing no trace of sleepiness. It’s just a small thing, and it’s over, is it worth losing sleep over?! Frustrated, she ruffled her messy hair, sat silently for a few seconds, and finally flipped the blanket over, stepping out the door in slippers without even turning on a light. Walking into the living room, Nora Scott went straight to the water dispenser in the dim light, took a glass and filled it with water, then tilted her head back to gulp it down. After finishing the glass of cold water, she let out a breath, her tense nerves slowly began to relax. Filling another glass, Nora Scott contemplated whether to continue studying the storyboard. As she walked back, her glance swept across the dining table and caught sight of the piled blueprints and wooden pieces. Pausing slightly, she turned her steps toward the dining table, squinting at the blueprints. After a while, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her eyes flowed with laughter. Grabbing the blueprints, Nora Scott headed back to the bedroom. The next day, at dawn. Because of shoulder pain, Oliver Scott didn’t sleep well all night. Sporting a messy, nest-like hairdo, he yawned as he stepped out of the study. Standing in the living room, Oliver Scott paused for a moment before recalling he was at Nora Scott’s place. He instinctively glanced toward the main bedroom, the door tightly closed, unsure if anyone was awake. He intended to head to the bathroom to wash up, but halfway there, his attention got drawn by the blueprints coming into view. Did Marcus Shaw work overtime last night? Pondering this in his mind, Oliver Scott walked over to check the blueprints and after a few seconds, his expression changed. Next moment, he went straight to Marcus Shaw’s room door, raised his hand, and started knocking.