Chapter 945: Chapter 633: Small Friction, Mo-Mo Shows Her Might

"A celebrity." The waiter took a glance and reported truthfully, "I heard she’s quite famous."

Fátima instinctively looked at Nora Scott.

She frowned, "Came out without dressing up?"

Because she was meeting acquaintances, Nora Scott neither put on makeup nor paid attention to her outfit. If it weren’t for today being her birthday and Pedro Langley forcing her to stop, Nora would probably have dashed out in a military coat. Now she was wearing a long, thick black down jacket, her charm nowhere to be seen, and with sunglasses and a hat, even her all-supporting face was hidden.

Fátima felt a pang in her stomach while watching.

Nora Scott replied humbly, "Keeping it low-key."

"God gave you this face to be low-key?" Fátima, the face-enthusiast, was quite speechless.

"..." Nora took in the sight of Fátima, who seemed eager to head out in slippers, and thought their efforts were about the same. Yet, she dared not contradict her senior sister’s words, so she simply said, "I’ll definitely tidy up next time."

In the midst of their conversation, the flamboyantly dressed actress had already walked through the door, drawing the attention of many waitstaff and patrons on the first floor. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Nora Scott and Fátima appeared "shabbily dressed," making them look like people from entirely different worlds compared to the actress.

Fátima glanced at the actress, then at Nora Scott, her face full of a "disappointed mentor" look.

Nora Scott: "..."

Next time she met her senior sister, she was definitely going to doll herself up like a fairy.

"Please make way." During their conversation, an assistant walked up, lightly pushing them aside with his hand. Not moving them, he paused, scrutinized them, then complained with a furrowed brow, "Virtue Retreat’s standards have fallen; how can anyone with such a shabby look enter?"

"..."

"..."

Nora Scott and Fátima exchanged glances.

?

Virtue Retreat truly had fallen in standards, allowing in all sorts of uncouth people.

A decent restaurant, turning it into a pigsty.

After complaining, the assistant was about to leave.

Nora Scott glanced at the assistant’s hand which had just touched Fátima, then said in a relaxed voice, "Hey."

The assistant frowned and turned back, "What?"

"Didn’t you see there’s a pregnant woman?" Nora took two steps forward, reached down, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it suddenly with a hint of force in her lowered voice, "Apologize."

The assistant winced in pain, grimacing.

He glared angrily at Nora Scott.

Too lazy to waste words with him, Nora applied more pressure, making the assistant yelp in pain.

This shout shifted all attention, initially focused on the actress, over to them.

Even the actress herself stopped, frowned, and looked over curiously, "What’s going on?"

The assistant’s hand was being twisted, his face turning pale from the pain, "Miss Pinto, I just bumped into these two shrews and they started making a scene."

The actress paused slightly, raised her hand, removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes, but they seemed to have a layer of frost, coldly looking at Fátima and Nora Scott.

One looked delicate, dressed cheaply, with a protruding belly; the other was in an unremarkable disguise, plainly ordinary.

In a place like Virtue Retreat, these two seemed wholly out of place.

The actress’s expression showed slight disdain as she looked at the person beside her. Instantly, that person gestured, and two bodyguards immediately moved towards Nora Scott, intending to take action against her.

But—

As soon as the two bodyguards reached out to Nora Scott, they felt a sharp pain in their wrists. Somehow, two coins hit their wrists very hard, with great force, causing stinging pain and rendering their entire arms numb.

Both sucked in cold air from the pain, took a step back, and looked up at the pregnant woman standing not far away.

The pregnant woman didn’t see herself as a pregnant woman.

She raised a brow, with a mocking smile at the corner of her lips, tossing a coin up and down in her hand, scanning the area unhurriedly. Her cool voice brimming with coldness, "Wanna try touching her?"

Every single word was wrapped in authority.

The formerly lazily laid-back pregnant woman had strangely transformed, exuding an unmistakable vigor.

"What’s going on?!"

A sudden voice broke through, interrupting the scene’s dispute.

A person dressed in a manager’s uniform walked over.

"Manager Loxley, good thing you’ve come." The actress’s brow relaxed upon seeing the manager, speaking arrogantly, "These two are making trouble—"

She didn’t get to finish her sentence.

In the next moment, she saw the manager walking straight to Fátima, speaking haltingly, "Fa-Fa-Fa... Miss Morton?"

Fátima twirled a coin in her hand, and it disappeared into her palm. She lifted her gaze to Nora Scott, puzzled, "What’s going on?"

Benjamin Durant is Charlotte Mason’s—Fátima’s mother’s disciple, and Virtue Retreat includes a requirement in its staff training to treat Charlotte Mason, Nora Scott, and Fátima as VIPs.

Charlotte Mason and Nora Scott occasionally visit Virtue Retreat, so many have seen them.

Only Fátima has always lived isolated from the world and doesn’t frequent upscale restaurants, knowing "Virtue Retreat" only because Nora Scott was dining there today.

She had no idea that all the staff at Virtue Retreat knew her.

"Uh," Nora Scott scratched her nose before explaining, "Nephew’s store, special treatment."

"Oh."

Familiar with Charlotte Mason and Nora Scott’s connections, Fátima accepted it nonchalantly.

Manager Loxley recognized Nora Scott’s voice and spoke hesitantly, "Miss Scott?"

"It’s me." Nora Scott replied, pushing the assistant towards Manager Loxley and saying casually, "Blacklist them. Virtue Retreat is small and can’t accommodate such ostentatious individuals."

"Yes."

Manager Loxley nodded immediately.

The actress, expecting Manager Loxley to back her up, was stunned by the sudden shift in the situation, evidently clueless about who these two were, that they could prompt the Virtue Retreat manager to readily agree to such an unreasonable request.

"Miss Xu, please." Manager Loxley approached the actress, sternly pointing towards the exit, "The establishment is small, can’t accommodate."

The actress gritted her teeth, "Do you even know who I am—"

"I know." Before she could finish, Manager Loxley cut her off, emphasizing each word, "Please."