Chapter 949: Chapter 637: Master Pedro Arrives, Michael Quinn Appears

By the time the recording ended, it was already seven in the evening.

Nora Scott found the address, and instead of returning to the hotel first, she decided to go to the inn her master mentioned.

Clement Winter ran over and waved to Nora Scott, "Nora, I’ll go with you!"

Nora Scott hesitated for a moment.

"We have a car!"

Clement Winter beamed brightly and pointed to the car driven by the assistant.

"Alright."

Nora Scott agreed readily.

...

"Mr. Winter! Eat less!" The assistant driving glanced through the rearview mirror, seeing Clement Winter sneakily eating snacks, frustrated, "You’ve gained two pounds this month! If you keep eating, you won’t be camera-ready!"

Nora Scott observed Clement Winter’s physique, like a parent, "Pretty slim, indeed."

Assistant: "..."

You Heavenly Immortals don’t have to worry about gaining weight, you don’t understand!

Clement Winter gobbled up the last bite of the snack, then assured the assistant he wouldn’t eat anymore, and curled up in the back seat browsing his phone.

He glanced at the trending topics, and then curiously asked, "What’s up with Annabelle Pinto again?"

As soon as he refreshed Weibo, he saw the topic [Annabelle Pinto, connections] ranked first in the trending.

The assistant, familiar with such trending events, explained, "Oh, during a shoot today, she ran into a few ’acquaintances,’ and her fans captured it and leaked it online. Coupled with the popularity of ’City Secret,’ it instantly topped the trending topics and stayed there for several hours."

"Hmm..." Clement Winter pondered a bit, feeling somewhat confused, "Why does this feel like déjà vu?"

The assistant quickly chimed in, "Just like when Nora was filming ’On the Road’."

"Oh right!"

Clement Winter realized.

Nora Scott, supporting her chin with one hand, was messaging Pedro Langley, ignoring their conversation.

"Those ’acquaintances’ should be hired actors," the assistant analyzed, "But since no one verifies it, Annabelle Pinto still achieves the effect she wants."

Admittedly, Annabelle Pinto’s marketing team is quite good at leveraging trends.

Moreover, they accurately aimed at Nora Scott’s style.

Whatever persona Nora adopts, Annabelle mimics. Since Nora’s approach is unique, even if Annabelle copies just thirty to forty percent, she’d still benefit greatly and enjoy it.

Once you enter the comment section, this fact is confirmed.

[Nora Scott second in command, outstanding.]

[Haha, beautiful, skilled, wide connections, what’s better, great acting skills. Nora is amazing.]

[This is truly the epitome of cool and beauty. And her temper is far better than someone’s.]

[Nora is low-key and reserved, support.]

...

There are hired commenters, neutral netizens, and Nora’s detractors.

Clement Winter felt disgruntled for quite a while.

However, Annabelle Pinto’s marketing team is indeed powerful, Clement Winter thought long and hard but couldn’t figure out where to strike back.

Depressed.

*

Outside the inn.

Pedro Langley walked to the roadside, watching someone board a car.

As the person bent to get into the car, they paused, turned back, and waved to Pedro Langley. The dim light covered his handsome features, blurring the outline a bit, he smiled and advised, "Don’t tell Nora I’ve left!"

"Okay."

Pedro Langley replied.

"See you when fate allows."

They said goodbye and got into the car.

In the blink of an eye, the vehicle sped away.

Pedro Langley watched as the car drove off, his expression momentarily serious, but when a gust of wind blew against him, his tightly knit brows relaxed slightly.

After a while.

He pulled out his car keys and turned around.

But at this moment, his view suddenly included two figures, he was slightly taken aback, then saw the stunning Heavenly Immortal approaching.

Clement Winter’s nose reddened by the cold, followed behind step by step.

Nora Scott glanced at the inn’s name, then looked at Pedro Langley, quickly realizing, stepped forward and asked, "Did you come here looking for Michael Quinn?"

"Yes."

"And where is he?" Nora Scott frowned.

"Gone."

"..."

Nora Scott stared at Pedro Langley intently.

Took Nora Scott’s cold fingers into his hand, Pedro Langley furrowed his brow, said: "Let’s talk in the car."

Completely ignored, Clement Winter blinked his eyes, pitifully poked his head out, trying to assert his presence, "What about me?"

Pedro Langley gave him a sideways glance, "Go back on your own."

"..."

Clement Winter puffed up his cheeks.

He could leave the assistant behind and go with them.

Nora Scott turned slightly to look at him, "You go back with the assistant first."

"Oh."

When the idol spoke, Clement Winter, no matter how reluctant, obeyed compliantly.

Hence, Clement Winter had just followed them, barely catching his breath, when he was urged by the pair to head back.

"So soon?" The assistant exhaled cold breath, tossing a hand warmer to Clement Winter, curiously poking his head out, "Where’s Nora?"

Clement Winter hugged the hand warmer and sighed, "Taken away by a scheming man."

"..."

Calling him "Langley" to his face while calling him a "dog of a man" behind his back; Clement Winter, you’ve truly mastered the art of duplicity now!

The assistant, concerned about keeping the job, remained silent, merely cursed a bit in his mind, then drove toward the hotel.

With few people in town, the streets were nearly deserted after dark. The road to the hotel was secluded, making the surroundings seem incredibly desolate.

The assistant drove attentively.

Suddenly —

A dark shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, and something hard flew in a parabolic arc, crashing straight into the windshield with a "clang!" The glass shattered.

The assistant instinctively stepped on the brake.

*

Elsewhere.

Nora Scott and Pedro Langley got into the car.

Pedro adjusted the car’s air conditioning to a warmer temperature, gradually warming the interior of the car as Nora held onto a hand warmer, gradually regaining feeling in her hands.

"Did you meet him?" Nora asked.

"Yeah."

Facing his wife, Pedro promptly cast aside his promise to Michael Quinn.

Nora was puzzled, "What’s going on?"

"I received news from a friend a few days ago saying he might be here." Pedro chose to inform selectively, "I arrived ten minutes before you and happened to catch him coming down with a suitcase."

"What I mean is, why are you looking for him?" Nora asked directly.

It’s been a whole year; apart from Laura Collins, no one tried to find Michael Quinn.

Why did Pedro suddenly want to find Michael Quinn?

Pedro glanced at her, "Same reason as you."

"Bullshit," Nora frowned, her image of a fairy instantly crumbled, adopting a demeanor of the Martial World, "I found out he was here unexpectedly and just thought of coming to see."

Pedro maintained his composure, "I was also surprised."

"What kind of surprise?"

"A friend from the New Year painting industry heard about a strange man replicating New Year paintings and thought it might be him, so I came over to check." Pedro said with deliberation, without an ounce of guilt or panic.

"..."

This logic was smooth and sounded convincing.

Yet, Nora still felt something odd.

—— Pedro hadn’t known Michael Quinn for long, why was he so eager to find him?

"How is he now?" Nora asked.

"He’s in good spirits, no major physical issues." Pedro thought for a moment and added, "He seems quite satisfied with his life over the past year."

"Oh."

Upon hearing Pedro say this, Nora suddenly lost the desire to pursue further.

It’s good enough that he’s living well.

She initially just wanted to... take a look.

Nothing more.

Pedro asked, "Will you tell Laura Collins?"

"Forget it." Nora reclined and gave up, "Let them be."

The conversation shifted.

Nora’s phone vibrated twice; it was a call. She picked it up to answer, her expression gradually becoming solemn.

After hanging up the call.

Pedro sensed something amiss and looked at her questioningly.

She said, "Clement was attacked." A pause, then added, "He’s fine, the assistant was injured and sent to the hospital."

Clement was attacked by a gang of hooligans, who were all caught and taken to the police station.

However, with Evelyn Winter’s reminder, there’s no doubt who really targeted Clement.

Just as well, Nora had precautions in place and had already informed the people from Biel Hall to secretly protect Clement, preventing them from succeeding.

The assistant was caught in an unexpected disaster.

*

At the hotel.

Luna Durant had dinner outside, and upon returning to her room, she received a call from Stella Durant.

"Sis."

Luna was somewhat afraid of Stella, feeling apprehensive as she answered the call.

"We hired people to target Clement, but found he’s being protected. Check out what’s going on." Stella always straightforward, skipped any pleasantries, and directly instructed.

"Target Clement?" Luna was dumbfounded, "Why?"

Stella responded curtly, "It’s not for you to know."

Luna: "..."

She wasn’t allowed to know anything, yet she was ordered around... but truth is she couldn’t beat Stella and had no say.

"Moreover, Nora is Master Sliver, you were told to get along with her, did you?" Stella asked.

"..." Luna’s expression fell, "That relationship can’t be managed."

It’s infuriating.

Upon realizing Nora was Master Sliver, Luna thought she was dreaming, dazed at home for a while, then slept, and not until seeing the exploded trending topic by nightfall did she finally accept this fact.

Damn!

Of all people, why did it have to be Nora?!

She and Nora are sworn enemies, alright!

"Annabelle Pinto was stepping on Nora, weren’t you doing a show together, can’t you help Nora?" Stella asked.

Luna: "..."

She was eager for Annabelle to destroy Nora, why would she oppose Annabelle?!