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Chapter 312 - Quentin Goes Idol-Chasing!
Chapter 312 - Quentin Goes Idol-Chasing!
Chapter 312: Quentin Goes Idol-Chasing!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The SMS read: ‘Your bank account xxxx2222 has been credited with $500,000.’
Louis felt like he must be seeing things.
But when he carefully read it again, he confirmed that it was… indeed 500,000 dollars!
He jumped into the air excitedly at once and chased after Nora’s car. “You’re my actual sister, Nora!! Here, I’ll open the door for you!”
With a sister like her, why would he still need his eldest brother?
Would Joel ever give him 500,000 dollars?
When had he, someone whose pocket money had been under someone else’s control ever since he was a child, ever seen piping hot and fresh 500,000 dollars?!?!
Louis trotted all the way behind Nora to the garage. After she parked the car, he walked eagerly to the side and opened the door for Nora. “Watch your step, Sis!”
Nora: “…”
She sidestepped Louis and entered the house.
Louis had trotted all the way back from the gate just to open the door for her. After she entered, he happily got ready to leave.
It was at this point that someone blocked his path.
Quentin, who had turned to the side, was wearing a baseball cap, which seemed to hide all his facial features. He wore a face mask and said in a seemingly very cool manner, “Look at you, Louis! You’ve almost lost yourself to money! Who are you sucking up to—money, or your cousin?”
Louis had just received 500,000 dollars, so he was in a really good mood. Without any hesitation, he replied, “If she has money, then she’s my real sister!”
“… Hah, you good-for-nothing! Uncle Ian watched you grow up, you know. Don’t you think you’ve let him down?” said Quentin.
“Yes, Uncle Ian is someone dear to me, but so is Nora. How am I supposed to pick one? If only she was 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 that. Just give me a million bucks! Just double the amount is enough for me!”
Quentin: “…”
As though he had expected better from him, Quentin said, “Look at how much of a good-for-nothing you are! Hah, how can a man bend over just for money?”
Louis thought for a while and asked, “If she were the Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts, would you still have something against her?”
Quentin did not hesitate. “Of course, not.”
Apart from Quinn and Irvin, the two great masters, the Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts and the Big Brother of the Irvin School of Martial Arts were the idols of every martial artist in the martial arts world!
But!
Quentin curled his lips disdainfully and said, “But how can she possibly be the Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts? Your metaphor is too unsuitable!”
Louis stuck his tongue out. “It’s just an example! The Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts to you is the same as money to me.”
Quentin got mad. “Big Sister is an idol. She’s someone high up in the air. How can you compare her to something as uncultured as money?”
Louis bounced toward the gates. “Money may be very uncultured to you, but it isn’t at all to me. I love the smell of money!”
Quentin: “…”
He snorted coldly and scoffed, “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’m facing Big Sister!”
He had only just said that when his cell phone rang.
He calmly picked it up and answered. In a manner as cool and full of delusions of grandeur as ever, he said, “Speak.”
The caller was his subordinate. “Boss, I have found out some info 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: “??”
—
After Nora returned to her bedroom, she took a bath and habitually got ready to lie down and relax. However, as soon as she slumped onto the 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’ve signed you up for it.”
Nora, who was towel-drying her hair, paused. She said, “I’m not going.”
Quinn knew her very well, though. “Are you sure you’re not going?”
“Yes.”
If she had the spare time to fight, she might as well sleep instead.
Those people were simply too weak. She didn’t want to waste time on them.
Quinn said, “The Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother will be there.”
The look in Nora’s eyes instantly sharpened. She said, “Tell me where and when.”
Quinn had pressured her with the Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother ever since she started learning martial arts when she was a child. They had already been friends in spirit for very long! 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 bad that even his mother wouldn’t be able to recognize him!
As if he had grasped her weakness, Quinn was terribly smug. He said, “Don’t worry, the tournament is an underground one this time. It’s actually because several sects are fighting for the top spot. The Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother took first place ten years ago, which allowed that old devious scumbag 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 years old back then. That was exactly the period when she had become fat due to the hormonal injections, so she had been too lazy to get out of the house.
Moreover, she hadn’t come of age at that time yet. Her mother had told her not to expose her existence until she had the power to protect herself.
Mm… Even though she still didn’t have the ability to protect herself yet—after all, she was a weak and frail ordinary woman—she could pretend to be someone else and give Big Brother a good thrashing anyway.
Quinn had already figured out his disciple’s personality. He said, “I know you want to stay low-key, so you don’t have to participate as the Quinn School of Martial Arts’ Big Sister. Think of a name, I’ll get someone to make a contestant card for you. It’s good for you to broaden your horizons there, too. Surely you have to at least make the Quinn School of Martial Arts a little proud, right?”
“… Alright, then.”
Quinn said, “Let’s use the name Smithra.”
Nora had only just thought the name sounded pretty good when Quinn said, “I’ve already asked someone to sign you up. Oh, by the way, tonight’s the first match.”
Nora: “??”
So, he wasn’t calling to discuss it with her but only to inform her about it, right?!
She was about to lose her temper when Quinn went on. “In the martial arts tournament, every sect is required to participate anonymously. Only the winner will reveal their name and which sect they are from. This is to prevent internal strife.”
Nora frowned.
Why were they making this so mysterious?
She asked, “Will the Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother be there tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Nora hung up and got up. She dried her hair with a hairdryer and changed into a tight-fitting outfit.
As soon as she went out, she saw Quentin standing outside her door. He said, “Don’t go out tonight. I have to go out for something.”
Nora: “???”
Quentin, who noticed that she was wearing a new outfit, tried to scare her. He said, “Don’t you know that 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 casually swept across a card that Quentin was holding. She asked, “… Where are you going?”
Quentin replied casually, “To chase after my idol!”
He turned and left in a hurry.
After he left, Nora walked downstairs leisurely and went out.
Tsk.
Were youngsters nowadays still chasing after idols? They should take a leaf out of her book; she had never chased after idols before. Those young and fresh boys weren’t even as good-looking as Justin…
Who was this star that someone with delusions of grandeur like Quentin liked, though?