Chapter 349



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Who was it exactly?

Nora raised her eyebrows and answered, “A disciple of the Quinn School of Martial Arts”.

Quentin: “…”

Nora paid no more attention to Quentin. Instead, she walked towards the exit.

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Elsewhere.

Victor, who was taken from the arena and carried to a car by three people, was sent to a villa in the suburbs.

Seeing Victor being carried into the living room, the big green-eyed boxing champion Abigail, sitting on the couch in the living room, slowly sat up.

Abigail was 6’5″ and weighed 180 pounds. He was strong and robust, this one had a huge musculature all over his body. His build was somewhat similar to Jordan Hoffman’s, but the muscle power of his bulging arms was much, much greater than Jordan’s.

He glared at Victor and sneered, “What a worthless piece of garbage! I’ve invested so many resources in you, And you still can’t force Big Sister out of hiding? On top of that, you even let a nobody disciple of the Quinn Martial Arts School hurt you this badly!”

If anyone other than Victor had suffered such injuries, he would have already fainted and been unable to speak.

However, Victor had already overcome some of the initial pain and discomfort after resting on the road. His physical stamina was amazingly good.

His lips were trembling as he slowly said, “I’m sorry, sir. Give me some more time, I’m sure I’ll beat Big Sister in the finals!”.

Abigail scoffed, “You’d better remember what you just said!”.

She waved her hand after speaking. Only then did the rest of the people there carry Victor upstairs.

There was no medical team upstairs.

Despite that, they left immediately after throwing Victor on the bed in the room. No one mentioned anything about going to the hospital.

They seemed to have gotten used to it long ago.

Downstairs, Abigail had already picked up her phone and was making a call. She said, “Sir, we failed to force Big Sister to take any action. Victor lost to a young disciple of the Quinn School of Martial Arts.”

The other party was silent for a moment before asking, “A female disciple?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“… Has Big Sister taken no action?”

“No.”

“It seems Victor is not strong enough then.”

Abigail’s voice deepened. “Do you need me to take action?”

“Let the juniors work out their problems on their own, but be sure to take the mask off Big Sister in the finals!”

Abigail was taken aback. “Her mask? Although Big Sister hasn’t worn a mask at all…”

But as soon as she said that, Abigail himself gasped. “You mean the woman who claims to be Big Sister is a fake? Then who is the real Big Sister?”.

Abigail realized again at that moment. “She’s number 028!” She exclaimed.

The other party scoffed, “So, you’re not so stupid after all.”

Then, he said, “I hear Caleb Gray is in New York? Give him a look and see what he’s been up to lately, as well as who he’s been contacting most often.”

“Yes, sir.”

After hanging up, Abigail looked up with a cold stare.

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Who the hell was investigating her, and who would pose such a threat to her that her mother would leave those last words?

Nora kept thinking about these two questions as she drove home.

Victor’s appearance kept giving her the feeling that a conspiracy was slowly coming to light, but it was all out of her hands. In fact, she didn’t even know who the other party was.

Nora returned to the Smiths’ house with these doubts in her mind.

As soon as she entered the house, she saw Yvonne sitting on the couch with a worried expression. When Yvonne saw her, she said, “Nora…”.

Nora looked at her.

The servants in the parlor also looked at her.

Yvonne bit her lip and said, “Old Maddy hasn’t woken up yet.”

Nora nodded. “That’s normal.”

However, Yvonne sighed and said, “Let’s get Old Maddy to the hospital, Nora. It won’t do to keep him sleeping like he’s in a coma. By the time anything really happens, it will be terrible.”

Nora frowned and said distantly and indifferently, “I just told you he’s normal, didn’t you hear me?”

Yvonne: “?”

She bit her lip and said, “Nora, you shouldn’t treat Old Maddy’s illness like that. Even though he has no children and is alone, after staying here at the Smith mansion for so long, he’s almost family now…. You shouldn’t abuse his body like that…”

Nora went straight up the stairs.

Yvonne followed her. She was about to continue when Nora suddenly stopped and looked at her. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very irritating?”

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