The two of them hurried towards the direction of the teaching building.
"Our team has been lacking someone who’s good with computers. Recently, Mr. Flynn said he found someone and was negotiating. I didn’t expect it to be you," Oliver Scott said, patting Marcus Shaw on the shoulder.
Brushing his hand away, Marcus Shaw asked suspiciously, "You didn’t know?"
"Ah, I just found out."
Marcus Shaw narrowed his eyes, the corners of his long and slender eyes adding a hint of chill as he emphasized word by word, "The last time you invited me, wasn’t it because of my sister?"
Oliver Scott was at a loss for words and averted his gaze from Marcus Shaw in an instant.
That little move of avoidance confirmed Oliver Scott’s little scheme without a doubt.
Back when he invited Marcus Shaw, he really didn’t have much hope in Marcus Shaw’s capabilities. It was mainly because of Marcus Shaw’s sister... Through his observation, Marcus Shaw’s sister was by no means an ordinary person. If Marcus Shaw joined the team, he might find an excuse to communicate with his sister.
Unexpectedly, Marcus Shaw saw right through him.
Marcus Shaw’s fingers clenched into a fist, a mix of shock and frustration ultimately condensed into one sentence—
Beautiful women are truly worrisome.
Oliver Scott scratched the tip of his nose with his index finger, coughed lightly, and tried to ease the tension by saying, "You really have no interest in your sister?"
Marcus Shaw stepped forward with large strides, leaving Oliver Scott behind.
Oliver Scott lowered his head in frustration and helplessness.
This is bad. He probably won’t have a chance to approach Marcus Shaw’s sister in the future...
Castle River Hospital, inpatient department.
In the ward, the door was tightly closed, and the window was slightly open, letting in fresh air.
Nora Scott sat on the stool beside the hospital bed, elbows resting on her knees, slowly peeling an orange.
Antonio Easton spread out the blueprint, tremblingly holding a pen and ruler. Wearing reading glasses, he traced the lines bit by bit.
"I’m going to the Scott family tonight."
With the sound of orange peels being thrown into the trash can, Nora Scott finally spoke the first sentence since entering the ward.
The pencil lead rubbed against the blueprint. With a little force, the lead broke, and the line skewed, crashing into the precise grid, almost flying off the paper.
Antonio Easton put the pencil down and turned his head to silently scrutinize her for a few moments.
She peeled the orange, breaking it into segments, and put them in her mouth, eating with indifference, as if she were forcing them down.
"Did you contact Ernesto Scott?"
"How long are you planning to stay?"
"Depends on my mood."
Nora Scott’s tone was as lazy and casual as ever.
"As for those people at the Scott family, if they don’t provoke you, don’t proactively provoke them either," Antonio Easton’s tone grew slightly heavy, advising her in a slow manner.
But halfway through his words, Antonio Easton’s tone suddenly shifted, growing firmer with a touch of authority, "But if they provoke you, don’t hold back. Handle them as they should be handled."
She stopped a segment of orange at her lips, raised her brows, and laughed, "That’s what you said."
Antonio Easton leaned back against the pillow, slowly closing his eyes. Though his face was old, each line and wrinkle bore a subtle sharpness.
A barely audible response.
Nora Scott’s lips parted slightly. She thought of the matter about the old hall master of Biel Hall, the corners of her lips slightly moved, but she ultimately remained silent, tossing the orange into her mouth.
After a while, Antonio Easton spoke again, "Ward is hospitalized. Go see him later."
The movement to reach for a new orange paused, and Nora Scott looked over suspiciously, asking, "What happened?"
Ward had always been in good health. The times he came to the hospital, apart from visiting Antonio Easton, were mostly for regular check-ups.
Last time she went to fetch Antonio Easton’s blueprints, Nora Scott ran into him in the alley. He seemed in good spirits, as robust as ever.
"He was provoked by his daughter, had a stroke, and was saved," Antonio Easton replied, his tone a bit stiff, clearly annoyed by the mention.
Nora Scott paused, "His daughter, the one who cut ties with the family after marrying into the wealthy?"
Antonio Easton lifted his eyelids, his black eyes shifting slightly as he looked at Nora Scott coolly.
Nora Scott fell silent.
Although she was only one or two years old when it happened, growing up in the alley, she knew something about it.
Ward was a widower who never remarried after his wife’s death, living dependent on his only daughter.
His daughter, Helena Wills, was ambitious but heartless. She achieved excellent grades and was admitted to one of the country’s top universities. Later, she insisted on studying abroad. With limited resources, Ward sold everything, took out all his savings, borrowed from neighbors, and sent her out to gain prestige.
However, in exchange for the family’s ruin, he did not get a considerate and filial daughter.