Chapter 312



The SMS read, “Your bank account xxxx2222 has been credited with $500,000.”

Louis felt like he must be seeing things.

But when he read it again carefully, he confirmed that it was …. Effectively $500,000!

He immediately jumped into the air excitedly and chased after Nora’s car. “You’re my real sister Nora! Here, I’ll open the door for you!”

With a sister like her, why would she still need her big brother?

Would Joel ever give her $500,000?

When had he, someone whose pocket money had been under someone else’s control since he was a child, ever seen $500,000 hot and fresh?

Louis trotted behind Nora to the garage. After she parked the car, he eagerly walked to the side and opened the door for Nora. “Watch your foot, little sister!”

Nora: “…”

She sidestepped Louis and entered the house.

Louis had trotted back from the door to open the door for her. After she entered, he gleefully prepared to leave.

It was at that moment that someone blocked his way.

Quentin, who had gone to the side, was wearing a baseball cap that seemed to hide all of his facial features. He wore a face mask and said with apparent coolness, “Look at you, Louis! You’ve almost lost it for the money! Who are you trying to flatter: the money or your cousin?”

Louis had just received $500,000, so he was in a very good mood. Without hesitation, he replied, “If she has money, then she’s my real sister!”.

“… Hah, you good-for-nothing! Uncle Ian has watched you grow up, don’t you think you’ve let him down?” said Quentin.

Explore fresh tales at g aln ov el s ; com “Yes, Uncle Ian is someone very dear to me, but so is Nora. How can I choose one? If only she were Uncle Ian’s daughter.”

Quentin: “…”

After thinking about it for a while, Louis finally said, “I don’t care anymore, I’ll follow my heart instead. It’s true that there hasn’t been a girl in our family for many years! I like Nora! Uncle Ian wants me to stay away from her? Sure, I can do it. Just give me a million dollars! Just double the amount is enough for me!”

Quentin: “…”

As if he had expected better from him, Quentin said, “Look how useless you are! Hahaha, how can a man bend just for money?”.

Louis thought for a while and asked, “If she were the Big Sister of Quinn Martial Arts School, would you still have something against her?”

Quentin didn’t hesitate, “Of course not.”

Other than Quinn and Irvin, the two great masters, Big Sister of Quinn Martial Arts School and Big Brother of Irvin Martial Arts School were the idols of all martial artists in the martial arts world!

But…

Quentin curved his lips in disdain and said, “But how could she possibly be the Big Sister of Quinn Martial Arts School? Your metaphor is too inadequate.”

Louis stuck his tongue out at him. “It’s just an example! Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts to you is the same as money to me!”

Quentin bristled. “Big Sister is an idol. She’s someone on high, how can you compare her to something as dirty as money?”

Louis bounced toward the doors. “Money may be very dirty to you, but it’s not dirty at all to me. I love the smell of money.”

Quentin: “…”

He snorted coldly and sneered, “It’s because you’re still too young. I’m not as childish as you. I won’t lose control of myself like you even if I meet Big Sister.”

He had just said that when his phone rang.

He took it calmly and answered it. With an attitude as cool and full of delusions of grandeur as ever, he said, “Speaking.”

The caller was his subordinate. “Chief, I’ve found some information about Big Sister!”

Quentin raised his eyebrows. Even his eyes had lit up. He suppressed the excitement in his voice and asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s at the martial arts tournament!”

Quentin: “?”

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After Nora returned to her bedroom, she took a bath and prepared herself habitually to lie down and relax. However, as soon as she collapsed into bed, she received a call from Quinn.

The old man’s tone was rare and solemn: “The martial arts tournament held once every ten years in the pugilistic world has begun. I have entered you in it.”

Nora, who was drying her hair with a towel, paused. She said, “I’m not going.”

Quinn, however, knew her very well. “Are you sure you’re not going?”

“Yes.”

If she had time left over to fight, she might as well sleep.

These people were simply too weak. She didn’t want to waste her time with them.

Quinn said, “Big Brother from Irvin Martial Arts School will be there.”

Nora’s gaze instantly sharpened. She said, “Tell me where and when.”

Quinn had been pressing her on Irvin Martial Arts School’s Big Brother ever since she started learning martial arts as a child. They had already been friends in spirit for a long time. Since she now had the opportunity to spar with him…. Heh.

Nora tossed the towel aside and flexed her wrists. She was going to beat him up so badly that even her mother wouldn’t be able to recognize him!

As if he had picked up on her weakness, Quinn was terribly smug. He said, “Don’t worry, this time the tournament is clandestine. It’s actually because several sects are fighting for first place. Senior Brother of Irvin Martial Arts School took first place ten years ago, which allowed that sneaky old scum to show off in front of me for ten years. I told you to go that time, but you didn’t…”

Nora had only been fifteen then. That was exactly the period when she had put on weight due to hormone injections, so she had been too lazy to leave the house.

Besides, she had not yet come of age. Her mother had told her not to expose her existence until she had the power to protect herself.

Mm… Although she didn’t yet have the ability to protect herself-she was, after all, a weak, frail, ordinary woman-she could pretend to be someone else and beat the crap out of Big Brother anyway.

Quinn had already figured out her disciple’s personality. He said, “I know you want to go unnoticed, so you don’t have to participate as the Big Sister of the Quinn Martial Arts School. Think of a name, I’ll have someone make you a contestant card. It’s also good for you to broaden your horizons there. Surely you have to at least make the Quinn School of Martial Arts a little proud, right?”

“… Very well, then.”

Quinn said, “Let’s use the name Smithra.”

Nora had just thought the name sounded pretty good when Quinn said, “I’ve already asked someone to sign you up. By the way, tonight is the first meeting.”

Nora: “?”

So he wasn’t calling to talk to her, but just to let her know about it, was he?

I was about to lose my temper when Quinn continued. “In the martial arts tournament, each sect must participate anonymously. Only the winner will reveal his name and which sect he belongs to. This is to avoid infighting.”

Nora frowned.

Why were they doing this so mysterious?

She asked, “Will Senior Brother of the Irvin Martial Arts School be there tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Nora hung up and got up. She dried her hair with the blow dryer and put on a tight suit.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Quentin standing in front of her door. He said, “Don’t go out tonight. I have to go out for something.”

Nora: “???”

Quentin, who noticed she was wearing a new suit, tried to scare her. He said, “Don’t you know there are at least five different groups of people watching you right now? Without me, you won’t live to see tomorrow the moment you leave.”

Nora’s gaze roamed nonchalantly over a card Quentin held in his hand. She asked, “… Where are you going?”.

Quentin replied nonchalantly, “To chase my idol!”.

He turned and hurried away.

When he was gone, Nora quietly walked down the stairs and out.

Tsk…

Are young people today still chasing idols? They should follow her example; she had never chased an idol. Those young, fresh kids weren’t even as good looking as Justin….

But who was this star that someone with delusions of grandeur like Quentin liked?

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