"What's that?"
Suddenly being tagged as a "master," Nora Scott couldn't help but think of Antonio Easton, and instantly felt uncomfortable all over.
"You've forgotten, the things you make usually have a ginkgo leaf engraved on them." Boss Alex paused and said, "The industry doesn't know who you are, and somehow, the value of your works has been absurdly inflated, so they've collectively started calling you Master Sliver."
"Is that so."
Nora Scott responded nonchalantly, not taking it to heart.
Just a few mechanical gadgets, no matter how overpriced, how absurd could it be?
"His last name is Scott, and he's from Fenton City—perhaps he has some connection to you. Just letting you know." Boss Alex said, "He seems to be looking for a mechanical master. If you're interested—"
"Not interested." Nora Scott cut him off.
One, she didn't want any ties with someone named Scott; two, she didn't have the time to be that mechanical master.
