Chapter 932: Chapter 620: Art Exhibition [14] The Real Show Is Yet to Come

When it came to Michael Quinn, both Nora Scott and Pedro Langley perked up.

Ever since Michael Quinn left, he hadn’t contacted Nora Scott again, as if he had disappeared from the world. But Laura Collins often contacted Nora Scott, updating her on her whereabouts and activities, yet she still hadn’t found Michael Quinn.

"Take a look."

Nora Scott wandered over.

Oliver Scott handed the largest package to Nora Scott.

Though large, it wasn’t heavy. Pedro Langley brought scissors to open it and found that it contained—New Year couplets.

And, a postcard.

The gist was: these are this year’s New Year couplets, and he had covered the entire alley, asking Nora Scott to pass them around.

"This handwriting—" Fátima came over, picked up a couplet, and examined it carefully for a moment, "looks familiar."

"Hmm?" Nora Scott was momentarily stunned, "Michael Quinn’s handwriting. You’ve heard of it, but probably haven’t seen it."

It was Michael Quinn’s own handwriting.

Not imitating Bernardo Quinn’s.

Even though Nora Scott grew up with Michael Quinn and Joseph Sutton, and was a fellow student with Fátima, she rarely met Fátima in Fenton City. In her memory, Fátima and Michael Quinn should never have met, let alone seen his handwriting.

However, after Fátima looked at it for a while, she confidently gave an answer, "I saw it two or three months ago at the edge of Cloud City."

Nora Scott gave a sidelong glance, "Really?"

"Yeah."

Fátima nodded slightly.

Although she didn’t see Michael Quinn in person, she took a two-day leave and went out with two team members to stretch their legs. One of them was coaxed into buying a piece of calligraphy, supposedly written on the spot by a particularly handsome guy selling on the street, who also dabbled in fortune-telling, acting all mysterious. As the piece was quite skillful, Fátima didn’t think her teammate was being a fool.

— After all, it was a bargain price.

Oliver Scott washed a tomato and ate as he spoke: "Did she learn fortune-telling from Miss Collins next door?"

The "Miss Collins" he mentioned wasn’t Laura Collins, but Katherine Collins, who lived in the nearby building.

"No." Pedro Langley said, "Her master said she hadn’t perfected her skills and wasn’t allowed to take on students."

"Ah."

Oliver Scott took another bite of the tomato.

Nora Scott said, "Michael Quinn doesn’t know how to do that either, but he’s good at playing tricks."

Fátima: "..."

She, having grown up under the red flag and being genuinely upright, really couldn’t comprehend their bizarre social circle.

*

Fátima was bored at home, treated like a treasure by her mother-in-law but being rough and even while pregnant hiking and swimming, carrying 20 kilograms and running 10 kilometers daily, she couldn’t stand such refined, luxurious life. She found an excuse to go out and catch a breath of fresh air.

There wasn’t much going on.

She came to find Nora Scott, simply to chat about Biel Hall affairs, play some games with Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, and pass the time.

It was snowing by the evening.

Marcus Shaw made a big table of dishes.

Nora Scott walked over to the dining table, and with a glance, peculiarly raised her eyebrows: "Are there too many sets of tableware?"

"No—"

Marcus Shaw prepared to explain, but he was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"Ding dong—ding dong—"

Oliver Scott ran over to open the door and immediately heard the commotion outside.

Andrew Hughes: "Master!"

Camilo Nogueira: "Sorry to bother you."

Crystal Hughes: "Dinner’s ready? We made it just in time."

This family of three stood together in harmony without the slightest incongruity.

Marcus Shaw paused to explain: "They all live upstairs, so I invited them down."

"Oh." Nora Scott nodded, taking a look at Camilo Nogueira, who appeared unscathed, and asked, "Done being beaten?"

Camilo Nogueira: "..."

Poor choice of friends.

The Pedro Langley couple, truly a rotten pair.

...

"Nora Scott," during idle chat while seated, Crystal Hughes suddenly thought of something and asked Nora Scott, "Is there a bit of a grudge between you and that Rosa Sullivan?"

"Yes."

"She’s about to participate in a global art exhibition held domestically, did you know?" Crystal Hughes asked again.

"Her?"

Nora Scott conjured up an image of Rosa Sullivan in her mind.

She thought Rosa Sullivan had completely vanished, but unexpectedly this resilient cockroach emerged once more.

"Our TV station is in charge of the live broadcast for the art exhibition, and they were short-handed, so they pulled me in. I saw the list of exhibits today, and there was her name next to one of the items, so I inquired a bit." Crystal Hughes explained, "It’s quite interesting. The ’genius bamboo flute girl’ image just collapsed, and she’s already crafted a ’mechanical technique master’ persona, bought a bunch of publicity, and won back quite a bit of public goodwill."

Julian Linfield and Nora Scott’s live-stream disaster was quite the uproar, and Crystal Hughes knew a bit about it.

She had a bit of an impression of Rosa Sullivan.

But it wasn’t until today, seeing Rosa Sullivan’s name, that she heard from a colleague about this string of gossip.

Nora Scott asked: "What exhibit?"

Crystal Hughes said: "Called ’Automatic Factory,’ I haven’t seen the specific exhibit yet."

"Oh." Taking a chicken wing, Nora Scott didn’t pay it much mind, saying nonchalantly, "Then it’s nothing."

She thought Rosa Sullivan was trying to carve a path through other means, but it turned out she was sweeping up a mess.

’Automatic Factory’ is supposed to be Aaron Scott’s killer app to reestablish his peak reputation. He had prepared for a year, enlisted the help of Adrian Sullivan, and put in great effort, finally getting approval to showcase it on an international stage. As long as ’Automatic Factory’ garners attention at this art exhibition, the Scott family might make a comeback.

Now, with Adrian Sullivan facing a prison sentence for premeditated murder, he naturally couldn’t be on the list of creators. The Scott and Sullivan families knew the deal, so they let Rosa Sullivan stand in.

It’s likely both families are keeping a close eye on this art exhibition.

However—

Nora Scott had also prepared for this art exhibition for several months.

The show was just about to begin.