Chapter 944: Chapter 632: Senior Sister’s Grand Entrance

"Another one?"

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Pedro Langley responded with a "Hmm" and handed over a small knife.

Nora Scott took it, aligned it with the taped seam, and swiftly opened it. Inside, she found a heap of fragmented wooden pieces that filled three-quarters of the box.

Pondering the contents, Pedro Langley seemed momentarily taken aback — it was clear he didn’t know what was inside.

"Care to explain?" Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.

"He said," Pedro Langley glanced at her, pulling her into his arms, and whispered, "He promised to prepare a gift for your thirtieth birthday."

"..."

Nora Scott was momentarily stunned, her eyelids flickered, and the light in her eyes wavered.

——"Did you say you’d prepare it for my thirtieth?"

——"And you believed words meant for kids..."

The phone call from last year suddenly became clear and vivid.

Nora Scott felt a tightness in her chest.

"He instructed me to contact a craftsman each year, provide them an address, and the craftsman would send the gift over." Pedro Langley held her hand, his voice lowered and softened, "I received the box two days ago, unopened, it must have been like this originally."

Nora Scott frowned, feigning complaint: "You’re giving me a gift I have to assemble."

Pedro Langley chuckled lightly: "I’ll be your assistant."

"... Alright then."

Nora Scott reluctantly agreed.

...

The gift Antonio Easton prepared was like a Lego set.

Only, this thing was far more complex than Lego.

Lego is relatively simple to assemble, just numerous pieces requiring patience. Assembling this, however, lacked original blueprints, no hints whatsoever, and even the final result was a mystery. It solely relied on Nora Scott’s experience and skills to put together.

Moreover ——

The number of pieces was overwhelming.

It took the two of them an entire morning just to take out the pieces, arrange them, and number them.

After finishing this task, Nora Scott recalled the childhood fear instilled by Antonio Easton’s mechanical techniques, she fell backward, sprawled out on the ground, and simply played dead.

Pedro Langley leaned over and picked up one of her hands to massage it.

"They’re planning to celebrate your birthday at Virtue Retreat tonight, we’ll head over later, and have lunch there." Pedro Langley conveyed.

This year, the two of them didn’t plan a private celebration.

After all, private celebrations can be held anytime.

Both sets of parents and Nora’s two godmothers greatly valued Nora’s birthday, originally wanting to come and celebrate together, but were stopped by the duo, only accepting their gifts.

Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings arrived in Fenton City yesterday, Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw are free in the evening, Joseph Sutton is also in Fenton City within the past couple of days, and Miguel Smith, busy with inheriting the family business in the second half of the year, has time too. Plus, Evelyn Winter, Clement Winter, and Fátima, Henry Chapman, Hardy Rivers, and others are all here, making it a perfect opportunity to gather for Nora’s birthday.

"Okay." Nora Scott closed her eyes, enjoying his service, but after a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, "Wasn’t someone who came by the day before talking about investing in a mechanism museum?"

"Yes." Pedro Langley nodded, "Do you want to?"

Someone wanted to use Nora Scott’s fame to establish a mechanism museum.

The museum’s architecture would be mechanism-centered, featuring various exhibits primarily catered to Nora Scott.

However, Nora Scott declined directly.

In short, of the recent proposals, Nora only agreed to one — to get mechanical techniques listed as intangible cultural heritage, with Nora Scott being the inheritor of this legacy.

"You shall fund it." Nora Scott looked up at him and languidly stated, "Once completed, I’ll have your name up there."

Pedro Langley: "..." Funding is fine, but as for the naming, forget it.

Nora Scott planned, "I’ll have someone clear a piece of land, it should move quickly, construction can start by year-end."

"..."

Nora Scott’s connections are truly formidable.

In a place like Fenton City, mentioning clearing a plot of land promptly results in it being cleared.

From a certain angle, Nora Scott is a doer, her desired tasks swiftly implemented; discussing with Pedro Langley, and once concluded, the phone calls are made, all procedures ready, merely awaiting the blueprint for her mechanism museum.

After hanging up, Nora Scott thought about the blueprint, glanced at the parts scattered all over, then recalled Hardy Rivers’ mechanism city model...

She turned towards Pedro Langley, looking somewhat innocent.

"I can’t help you," Pedro Langley sighed, candidly admitting his lack of expertise, "I know nothing about this."

"..."

"You can try Eduardo and Montague," Pedro Langley suggested, "They’ve collaborated with you before, they have some experience."

"... Hmm."

Thinking it over, Nora Scott agreed.

She took a few minutes considering what terms and remuneration to offer Eduardo and Montague, jotting them down one by one. Yet, with just one phone call, Eduardo and Montague eagerly accepted, not mentioning anything about payment or compensation from start to finish.

Nora Scott: "..." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Had she become too worldly?

*

Leaving all the parts untouched, Nora Scott took a shower, changed her clothes, and headed to Virtue Retreat with Pedro Langley.

The couple arrived around one o’clock.

Since it was their own restaurant, Nora Scott had grown accustomed to coming and going, she let Pedro Langley park the car, donned a hat and sunglasses, and leisurely strolled towards the entrance of Virtue Retreat.

However, as soon as she entered, a group of bodyguards walked in behind her, and if it hadn’t been for Nora Scott’s quick response, she would have been shoved forward.

She raised an eyebrow, looking ahead.

The bodyguards formed two rows, presenting a grand spectacle, and then ——

She saw her admired senior sister, dressed in casual attire, waddling in with her pregnant belly.

Passersby curiously glanced over.

Nora Scott: "..."

What had made her senior sister so determined to seek such grandiosity?

Yet, the next moment, the "grandiose-seeking" senior sister faltered, she approached, observing Nora Scott with a peculiar look, "Your bodyguards?"

Nora Scott countered, "Aren’t they yours?"

"..."

"..."

The two gazed at each other, flustering each other greatly.

Just as silence loomed, the main figure arrived.

It was a woman, wearing sunglasses that concealed most of her face, dressed lavishly with an entourage comprised of several assistants and bodyguards, exuding a high-class aura.

Nora Scott raised a hand, signaling a familiar waiter to come over and asked, "Who is she?"

"A celebrity." The waiter glanced over and reported honestly, "Heard she’s quite famous."