Chapter 339: You’re Really Irritating
Just who exactly she was?
Nora raised her eyebrows and replied, “A disciple of the Quinn School of Martial Arts.”
Nora didn’t pay any more attention to Quentin. Instead, she walked toward the exit.
Victor, who was carried out of the arena and into a car by three people, was sent to a villa in the suburbs.
Upon seeing Victor being carried into the living room, the big and tall green-eyed boxing champion Abigail, sitting on the sofa in the living room, slowly sat upright.
Abigail was 6’5″ tall and weighed 220 pounds. He was strong and sturdy and had huge muscles all over him. His build was a little similar to Jordan Hoffman’s, but the power in his bulging arm muscles was much, much greater than Jordan’s.
He stared at Victor and scoffed, “What a useless piece of trash! I’ve invested so many resources in you, yet you can’t even force Big Sister out of hiding? On top of that, you even let a nobody female disciple from the Quinn School of Martial Arts injure you this badly!”
If anyone other than Victor had suffered such injuries, he would already have passed out cold and been unable to speak.
However, Victor had already somewhat gotten over the initial pain and discomfort after resting on the way here. His physical resilience was astonishingly good.
His lips trembled as he slowly said, “I’m sorry, sir. Give me some more time, I’ll definitely defeat Big Sister in the finals!”
Abigail sneered, “You’d best remember what you just said!”
He gave a wave after he spoke. Only then did the rest of the people there carry Victor upstairs.
There was no medical equipment upstairs.
In spite of that, they left immediately after throwing Victor onto the bed in the room. No one mentioned anything about going to the hospital.
It seemed like they had already become accustomed to it long ago.
Downstairs, Abigail had already picked up his cell phone and was making a call. He said, “Sir, we didn’t manage to force Big Sister to take any action. Victor lost to a young female disciple from the Quinn School of Martial Arts.”
The other party kept quiet for a moment before they asked, “A female disciple?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“… Big Sister hasn’t taken any action?”
“It seems that Victor isn’t strong enough, then.”
Abigail’s voice deepened. “Do you need me to take action?”
“Let the juniors solve their problems themselves, but be sure to take off Big Sister’s mask in the finals!”
Abigail was taken aback. “Her mask? Big Sister hasn’t been wearing a mask at all, though…”
But as soon as he said that, Abigail himself was dumbfounded. “You mean the woman claiming to be Big Sister is a fake? Then who is the real Big Sister?”
Abigail figured it out again at this point. “It’s No. 028!” He exclaimed.
The other party scoffed, “So, you’re not that stupid, after all.”
Then, he said, “I heard that Caleb Gray is in New York? Keep an eye on him and see what he has been up to recently, as well as who he has contacted more often.”
After hanging up, Abigail looked upstairs with a cold look in his eyes.
Who on earth was investigating her? And who would pose such a threat to her that her mother would leave such last words behind?
Nora kept thinking about these two questions as she drove home.
Victor’s appearance kept giving her the feeling that a conspiracy was slowly surfacing into the open, yet all of it was beyond her reach. In fact, she didn’t even know who the other party was.
Nora returned to the Smiths with those doubts on her mind.
As soon as she entered the house, she saw Yvonne sitting on the sofa looking troubled and worried. When Yvonne saw her, she said, “Nora…”
Nora looked at her.
The servants in the living room also looked at her.
Yvonne bit her lip and said, “Old Maddy still hasn’t woken up yet.”
Nora nodded. “That’s normal.”
Yvonne, however, sighed and said, “Let’s take Old Maddy to the hospital, Nora. It won’t do for him to continue sleeping like he’s comatose. By the time something really happens, it’ll be terrible.”
Nora frowned and said distantly and indifferently, “I just told you it’s normal. Didn’t you hear me?”
She bit her lip and said, “Nora, you mustn’t treat Old Maddy’s illness like that. Although he doesn’t have any children and is all alone, after staying here in the Smiths’ manor for so long, he’s pretty much already family… You shouldn’t abuse his body like that…”
Nora walked straight upstairs.
Yvonne followed behind her. She was about to continue when Nora suddenly stopped and looked back at her. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very irritating?”