Chapter 931: Chapter 619: Art Exhibition [13] Rosa Sullivan: The Livestream Is Back_2

Nora replied, "If anyone’s going to spill the tea, it should be me."

Shaw: "..." Grandma, if you say it like that, I have no response.

"Go on," Nora urged.

"Oh," Shaw snapped back to attention and continued, "They want to invite you to personally explain at the art exhibition."

Nora let out a light chuckle, crossed her long legs, and lazily asked, "Haven’t I mentioned this before?"

Shaw was startled, "What?"

"I never planned to have anyone else do it," Nora said blandly.

"!!!" Shaw was shocked, "Grandma, have you finally come around?! Are you finally going to go head-to-head with that bastard?!"

"..."

Nora’s eyebrows twitched.

Shaw wasn’t privy to much, so he didn’t realize that Alexander Vaughn might have already suspected it was about Nora.

But actually, whether Alexander suspected it or not, Nora had never intended to keep the art exhibition a secret.

——To bring Aaron Scott down, there’s no way she wouldn’t attend in person.

They’d been planning this for so long, just waiting for this day.

"There’s another thing I need to tell you." Shaw chuckled, "The entire exhibition will be live-streamed, broadcast by our national television... Is that okay with you?"

Nora smiled broadly, "No problem."

"I heard your live broadcasts often go off the rails..."

"Are you doubting your grandma?"

"No, no, no," Shaw quickly said, "It’s just—this is national television... I’ve been watching it since I was little, the whole country’s audience, can you..."

"Hung up."

Nora didn’t want to hear his advice anymore and ended the call.

Shaw whined tearfully.

He knew it!

He knew grandma definitely wasn’t planning to do a normal, peaceful live broadcast!

Not only that, she wanted to use the broadcast to stir things up!

Shaw grabbed a cushion from the sofa, placed it on his lap, and knocked it with his head a few times.

Just as well, Ryan Ford walked in after finishing his business, saw this scene, and his face darkened, "A tough guy with a girl’s heart?"

Shaw: "....." My girlish heart, your ancestors!

*

"Sis, can I spill the tea about the professors online calling you grandma?"

After hearing Nora’s phone call, Oliver Scott turned into a curious baby, eagerly asking questions.

Marcus Shaw, who had originally planned to leave, sat back down upon hearing this, looked at Nora, and prepared to listen to the gossip.

——They were really curious about this matter.

They had been busy studying at school, cut off from external gossip, and usually found out about news much later. But this piece of gossip reached them immediately—it had exploded among the teachers, with some even privately asking Marcus and Oliver, trying to find out the story behind it.

These expert professors were the top dogs of the domestic academic scene!

Each one was extremely proud and haughty.

Openly calling Nora "grandma" online and then posting an apology statement...

Unprecedented!

Ordinarily, when Nora slapped back at netizens or colleagues, it was nothing new. They weren’t even interested in understanding the background of such incidents—it was more fun to do a few more practice questions. But this event’s influence had spread directly through the entire academic circle, and even those at the top were digging for the inside story.

They had the same curiosity as anyone would and couldn’t help it.

"Well..."

Nora furrowed her brows slightly.

She glanced over at Pedro Langley, and Pedro got the hint, "Confidential agreement."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Oliver’s and Marcus’s eyes.

But quickly, Pedro added, "But I can tell you the gist."

"..."

Their eyes lit up.

So, the two brothers happily dug into the latest gossip, and after they were done, looking at Nora lounging on the sofa eating peeled fruit, completely devoid of her "Heavenly Immortal" image, they felt something complex in their hearts.

If possible—

They probably just wanted to see the version of Nora they had in their heads.

This fairy sister was just too real.

...

After staying with the Scott family for a week, Nora and Pedro returned to Cloudwater Haven.

Ernesto Scott found it hard to say goodbye, but couldn’t express it outright, so he privately got close to Marcus Shaw and Andrew Hughes, inviting them over from time to time, and encouraging Oliver Scott to bring Marcus over on weekends. He couldn’t have been more hospitable.

Nora felt both amused and exasperated, just saying that they could come over and stay whenever they had time, which finally stopped Ernesto’s series of antics.

In December, the weather grew colder.

Invited by her senior sister, Charlotte Mason, Nora went out for two days and returned with a pile of paintings, running into Pedro at the bottom of the stairs.

"Going out?"

With the hood of her down jacket pulled over her head, upon seeing Pedro, Nora quickened her pace and tossed the pile of paintings to him.

Pedro chuckled, "Was afraid you’d freeze, so I came downstairs to meet you."

Half an hour ago, Pedro had asked when Nora would be back, and she said soon, so he’d been waiting for half an hour downstairs.

Without a word of complaint.

Linking arms with Pedro, Nora glanced at the cloudy sky as they entered the building and said, "Looks like it’s going to snow again."

The temperatures were dropping, and the wind was strong.

Strong enough to make one feel like a fool.

"Hmm." Pedro nodded, "The weather forecast says there’ll be snow tonight." He glanced at the large bag in his hand, "Why so many paintings?"

"Went to Sir Quinn’s place with senior sister Charlotte. Doesn’t your father like Sir Quinn’s paintings? So I took a few."

Pedro did a quick mental calculation, "...Twelve pieces."

Considering the price of Bernardo Quinn’s paintings, even if they’re not masterpieces, together they’d easily be worth at least tens of millions.

"Just eight," Nora corrected, then added, "The other four are by senior sister Charlotte. She said it’s to wish me a happy marriage. I said the thought alone was enough and didn’t want them. But she was insistent... so four it is."

Thinking about Charlotte Mason’s art pieces in Nora’s study, Pedro frowned slightly, "Is there any improvement?"

"None whatsoever." Nora snorted coldly, and retorted, "Has my bamboo flute improved?"

Pedro: "..."

They really were birds of a feather, these genuine sister-disciples.

"Why do they these pair of mother and daughter always like giving these?" Pedro asked, laughing helplessly.

"I enjoy collecting them," Nora said, "In their eyes, giving you something you like is what matters, and as for the quality—well, isn’t the sentiment enough? Why ask for so much more."

Pedro: "..." What kind of logic is that?

"Ding——"

The elevator doors opened wide.

Standing outside was a slender figure that surprised both of them.

Fátima had one hand in her pocket, touched her nose with the other, and after glancing them over, said, "Hmm, looking so guilty... were you talking bad about me?"

Both: "..."

*

Fátima had stayed upstairs the previous night and was there to see Nora, but finding she wasn’t there, she decided to head back up.

Unexpectedly, she ran into them at the elevator.

The three went back together.

Once inside, Fátima took an interest in Bernardo’s art collection, but ended up opening a piece by Charlotte, to which she frowned with disdain after a glance, "Why does she keep giving you this stuff?"

"She’s been in a painting spree at Sir Quinn’s, finishing four in one go. Sir Quinn praised her a couple of times, and she even gave him two of them," Nora said helplessly.

"..."

Fátima had no words for her own mother.

Recalling something, Nora grinned and asked, "I heard from Ingram that she once gave you a ’Patriotic Loyalty’ as a birthday gift, which is currently hanging in the office of some regiment commander at Anchel?"

"...Hmm."

Thinking about it gave Fátima a headache.

Because of the legend she’d created in that regiment, "Charlotte Mason" had become a notable name in art there. ——After all, they’re a bunch of artless roughnecks, the less they understand, the more impressive it seems.

"..."

Pedro was admirably impressed with the unawareness of this triad of disciple-sisters.

However, he didn’t join the conversation.

Nora and Fátima earnestly evaluated the quality of Charlotte’s four paintings.

The conclusion was: putting them next to Bernardo’s would probably make even his seem fake.

"Sis, you’re back."

Oliver Scott came in from outside.

Looking up, Nora casually asked, "Where did you go?"

"To pick up some packages." Oliver was holding a pile of stuff, "I saw a package for you and brought it too. Seems like it’s from Michael Quinn, Quinn."