Nora raised her brows.
The fake Big Sister’s intuition was rather sharp.
She was about to speak when the fake Big Sister saw the contestant number on her wristband. She received a shock and immediately executed the highest form of salute in martial arts etiquette—she knelt on one knee and said, "Linda pays her respects to her senior!"
Nora was surprised. "Whose disciple are you?"
"My teacher is Sir Lucas."
Lucas was the second senior disciple of the Quinn School of Martial Arts and had been taking charge of the sect’s affairs all these years in her stead.
Nora pulled her up gently and said, "Get up and talk."
The sturdy woman named Linda got up. Her big and tall form was half a head taller than even Nora, and she possessed a lot of physical strength. She was indeed practicing the Quinn School of Martial Arts’ style.
The Quinn School of Martial Arts was fastidious about slow and steady training. They trained their physical strength, form, and dexterity.
On the other hand, the Irvin School of Martial Arts focused on flexibility and dynamism.
That was why Quinn had always called Irvin a devious old scumbag.
Linda didn’t wait for Nora to ask but immediately explained, "The organizers of the tournament contacted Lucas and said that they wanted to get someone to impersonate you so that they can earn some money to fund the tournament. They have also talked to the Irvin School of Martial Arts about this. Big Brother has already agreed to it, so Lucas also agreed to it."
Nora raised her brows.
Linda explained further, "The martial arts tournament is held once every ten years, but the organizers actually don’t have any more money, so they are having a lot of difficulties hosting the tournament. The person impersonating Big Brother has an easier time; he just needs to wear a mask and take photos with people and so on. On the other hand, you have to take part in the tournament, which is why Lucas sent me! This way, it can at least bluff everyone for a while, and also divert attention from you."
Linda looked around cautiously after she spoke. Then, she looked at her and said, "I’ve already won twenty matches and advanced to Class C. Lucas praised me and said that I did pretty well, but he has also told me to slow down because I may give myself away once I advance further. Therefore, I intend to use a stomachache as an excuse to delay the matches for a few days. Alternatively, I may bow out of the tournament altogether, so as to avoid damaging your reputation."
The corners of her lips twitched. She nodded and said, "Alright, you guys can do as you deem fit. Did your teacher tell you what I should do when I reach Class F?"
Linda smiled and replied, "Of course he did. He says that you can just outright declare your identity once you progress to the final match. After you have a good fight with the Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother and win fame and merit for yourself, you can secretly leave immediately. Doing this will also avoid attracting too much attention to yourself in the early stages, and prevent people from finding out your true identity."
"Okay, we’ll do just that, then," said Nora.
She had kept her identity a secret only because of the words her mother had left her. She had told her not to show off before she became capable of protecting herself, lest people targeted her.
Ever since the assassin who tugged off a few strands of her hair and tried to kill her in the hospital had appeared, she had become even more convinced by her mother’s words.
There was indeed a mysterious force that had been watching her all this time.
Once she shone too brightly, she might become their target.
This was also why she had immediately moved to the Smiths after they acknowledged her. After all, the Andersons were indeed too weak and powerless and didn’t have any security personnel there.
The Andersons would be safer once she was gone.
Well, she was just staying there temporarily.
While thinking about it, she left the room. As soon as she went out, she bumped into Quentin. When Quentin saw her coming out of Big Sister’s room, he immediately gave her an "I understand" look. He smiled and said, "Did a certain someone secretly go to Big Sister to ask for a photo together and an autograph?"
"I get it all, I understand it all. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. Isn’t it very normal for one to admire Big Sister?"
As Nora walked toward the exit, she asked, "Aren’t you going home?"
Their matches today were already over, so what was he still staying here for?
Quentin replied, "Nah, I’m gonna stay here and watch Big Sister from afar."
Nora didn’t respond to his moronic behavior. After giving Justin a heads-up, she drove straight home.
The moment she got home, she saw Old Maddy sitting at the door in a daze. He was taken aback when he saw her, and he said, "Yvette?"