Free Web NovelChapter 1041: Chapter 717: Public Display of Affection [20] Nora Scott: Everywhere I Go, It’s Full of Familiar Faces—I’m Sick of It
Nora Scott wasn’t in the courtyard but was sitting on the bedroom balcony, protected by glass, so the stones, vegetable leaves, and rotten eggs couldn’t reach her.
The more fiercely they threw things, the harder Nora blew her horn.
She was totally in a standoff with them.
Initially, Nora was blowing the theme song of Death Legend, but when they started to "rise up and resist," Nora switched to funeral music, which drove them... right into a vicious cycle.
It took all the efforts of the netizens to figure out the cause and effect of the incident.
[For a moment, I don’t know whether to criticize Nora Scott for lacking manners or to criticize this group. It’s so hard being a netizen.]
[Damn, they went at it so hard, I’m not sure whether to bash Nora Scott. After all, we’re just talking, but they resorted to physical action...]
[⊙?⊙! Fight! Fight!]
[If it’s not genuine, this reality show is really entertaining. (Never seen a celebrity so unconventional)]
[Heavenly Immortal, don’t hold back, jump down and confront them. Mr. Langley is definitely ready to bail you out from the police station!]
...
On the other side.
After nearly getting hit by stones, Henry Chapman shut the door and retreated.
He happened to bump into Pedro Langley coming downstairs.
"Is Nora Scott not being beaten to death because you guys own the Cloudwater Haven real estate?" Henry asked sincerely.
"No," Pedro replied seriously, "It’s because we’ve installed soundproof walls."
Henry: "..." Respect.
Pedro handed Henry a pair of pre-prepared earplugs.
"..."
After hesitating for a moment, Henry took the earplugs, stared at Pedro for a while, then asked, "How do you plan to deal with the people outside?"
"Called the security."
"Will it work?" Henry doubted.
That group outside is obviously from the streets, quick-tempered, with some strength, and unreasonable. Ordinary guards are likely keen to avoid them.
Pedro lowered his voice, "People from Biel Hall."
Henry understood.
Wearing earplugs, he indifferently walked back upstairs.
As for Pedro, he brewed a cup of coffee downstairs, stood in front of the bay window, sipping coffee while appreciating the agitated crowd outside the iron gate.
The program crew deliberately cut to him with a shot, almost making the netizens die from laughter.
[Typical boss demeanor.]
[Watching the show sipping coffee - that’s so Mr. Langley.]
[So composed, obviously well-experienced. How often has this scene played out?]
...
As netizens continued chatting, feeling it wasn’t enough, they started writing a novel in the live stream, collaborating with thousands, with minds wide open, brilliantly creative.
Just as they were in the middle of writing —
The community security arrived.
They wore uniforms, all well-trained, holding stun batons, immediately encircling the rowdy residents.
The residents seemed somewhat intimidated, ceased causing trouble, but sternly condemned Nora Scott’s early morning disturbance—
"Aren’t you going to do something?! Early morning, disturbing dreams, playing such unlucky tunes! I want to file a complaint!"
A man pointed angrily at Nora Scott on the second-floor window.
At this point, Nora Scott’s horn abruptly stopped.
She placed her hand on the window, pulled it open, resting her hand on her knee, then asked them with a smile, "And how do you account for your behavior?"
"..."
The courtyard was full of chaotic branches and stones, a complete mess.
Accused by Nora like this, they immediately fell silent.
Eventually, someone squeezed out a sentence after holding back for a while, "Whoever provokes first is cheap!"
The guards didn’t care about "provokes first is cheap," but disturbance by Nora indeed warranted a warning. However, these people throwing things into someone’s home wasn’t just a simple warning matter.
The security captain immediately ordered them into the courtyard to pick up the mess.
Netizens in the live chat bet most of them assumed these thuggish folks wouldn’t obediently follow orders, thinking surely another show would unfold. Unexpectedly, after a brief standoff with the guards, they didn’t resist and, like students punished by teachers, obediently went to clean up.
Nora raised an eyebrow, got down from the balcony railing.
She walked into the bedroom.
The bedroom camera was turned off by Nora, temporarily not filming, and Nora didn’t go out.
She waited in the bedroom for a while.
Soon, both Pedro Langley and Henry Chapman came in.
"How’s it going?" Nora tossed the horn onto the wicker chair and turned to the two of them.
Henry Chapman, forcibly brought in by Pedro: "..." Not good.
Pedro Langley curved his lips into a smile, handed Nora a piece of paper, "Given by the security captain just now. Take a look."
"What?"
Henry figured he couldn’t keep up with their world after just a nap.
"Last night we asked Bruce to contact the security from Villains Valley, and have them find a way to send over resident information from Villains Valley." Nora succinctly explained, taking the paper.
Henry: "..."
Turns out this morning’s whole chaos was a setup arrangement by Nora and Pedro.
With surveillance installed in the villa and staff present, the security captain directly at the door, lacking a proper reason, it would be hard to get by.
Hard to explain.
Especially if broadcasted, with netizens’ wild imaginations, god knows what kind of conspiracy they’d envision.
Nora orchestrated this drama for one to seamlessly use Pedro’s connections with the security captain to acquire resident information from him.
Moreover—
She could also observe what kind of people lived nearby.
—If the little girl had escaped from one of these residences, then those hiding her risked much. Because in residential areas, upstairs, downstairs, and the neighbors, any slight noise could be heard. So, Nora and Pedro analyzed last night and concluded the girl most likely fled from the villa area.
Luckily, they lived in the villa area.
Judging by the nature of people living in Villains Valley, Nora’s early disturbance would inevitably evoke public anger, and most of them wouldn’t hold back but roll up sleeves and gather around—like the scene just now, hurling insults was only part, even resorting to physical action.
Those who came here to make trouble or spectate are generally straightforward people, without much to hide.
So—
Those living nearby, who hadn’t shown up, are really worth investigating.
This also helps reduce some pressure on Bruce and his team.
Understanding this, Henry suddenly realized, "Why call me here..."
"Aren’t you not participating in the recording today?" Nora raised an eyebrow, matter-of-factly said, "Later help run an errand, hand over the drawn list to Bruce for me."
"..."
Henry’s expression was slightly ugly.
He’s here to see martial arts, not to be an errand boy.
However, having compassion for the little girl last night, even if Henry was somewhat reluctant, he didn’t say anything. He leaned aside, letting Nora and Pedro do their analysis, just waiting.
The live broadcast was still ongoing.
Time was tight.
Nora and Pedro didn’t idle, they opened the resident info map and quickly extracted a region based on their morning observations of "troublemaking residents", then folded the final map and handed it to Henry.
Then, the three of them left the bedroom with normal expressions, reappearing in the live broadcast room.
...
Because they had a free meal yesterday without paying, Nora and Pedro didn’t spend any of the money earned in the afternoon, so today’s breakfast was bought directly with cash.
The program team did not make it difficult for them.
After they finished breakfast, Nora and Pedro boarded the program team’s car, heading to their new recording location.
Even though they knew the process, the accompanying director replayed it for the live audience’s clarity.
"This morning, you guys will first take turns visiting the homes of three martial arts masters, then make mutual choices based on your impressions of the martial arts masters and vice versa. Then, as guests, you will learn at the martial arts hall under the masters’ names, and in the afternoon, perform at a random location. Whoever earns more will be the winner."
Nora yawned, suddenly asked, "What if you don’t want to win?"
"..."
The hot atmosphere instantly chilled.
The accompanying director hurried to produce multiple plans overnight, yet in this matter, crashed, stunned for two seconds, then had to barely say, "Then just have fun."
Nora didn’t continue undermining, extended her hand to the accompanying director saying, "Let me see the ’martial arts masters’ list."
The accompanying director handed her the list.
Three "martial arts masters"...
All of them damn familiar.
Nora now sees these "acquaintances" and feels fed up.
