It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

“It’s not Louise’s fault, and she shouldn’t have to bear the blame.” He wore a slightly somber expression and decided to start spouting nonsense. “Some mistakes happened a long time ago.”

Chapter 118 Skipping Class Tactics

Li Cheng, imitating the play "Thunderstorm," fabricated a story of love and hate in Anderson's mansion twenty years prior. In short, it's a tale of a nobleman's seduction and abandonment of a maid.

Actually, this kind of plot has been overused for a long time, but Li Cheng did want to use something more sophisticated, but the situation was urgent and he could only resort to the clichés—anyway, his red hair and black eyes, which were exactly like Louise's, were very convincing.

Furthermore, the ending of the Chinese teacher's play of "Thunderstorm" in class was so shocking that it left an indelible shadow on Li Cheng, who was still a naive young boy at the time—can you believe that the second female lead was electrocuted after touching a faulty wire in the garden? How far must one's imagination go to write something like that? Even more outrageous, the male lead's second son, trying to save the second female lead, was also electrocuted...

This is the danger of not popularizing safety knowledge. If you had learned more, you would know that you should not touch someone who is being electrocuted, right?

While inwardly complaining, Li Cheng continued to verbally and vividly criticize Anderson.

Meanwhile, Veronica, who had noticed this from a short distance away, hesitated whether to intervene.

How does he manage to cause so much trouble? We told him to keep a low profile, didn't we?

Veronica struggled with the decision for a long time, but ultimately decided to wait and see and not get involved in this mess.

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The second floor.

As Anderson stepped out of the restroom, he couldn't help but show a look of relief.

"I'm getting old."

After sighing, he looked down at his stomach, which was no longer churning, and after confirming that his clothes were all tidied up, he prepared to go downstairs to continue entertaining the guests.

However, as soon as he entered the hall and appeared before the guests, the previously lively discussion in the hall noticeably slowed down, and there was even a moment of silence—but soon, the guests' expressions returned to normal, and they continued to talk about their own topics.

"Mrs. Cecil, the feathers on your hat are really unique."

"Thank you for your compliment. This was brought back from America by someone my husband asked."

?

Anderson frowned; his intuition reminded him that something seemed to be happening, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

'It's probably just my imagination.'

He looked around and, finding nothing amiss, put his earlier inspiration aside and turned to Louise, who seemed to be obediently waiting for him in the center of the hall.

"Awaited."

Anderson said this, took her little hand, and led her to receive the blessings and praise from the guests.

However, during this process, Louise's smile was noticeably stiffer than before, and she even occasionally drifted off into thought.

"Louise, you don't seem very happy."

Taking a moment to pause, Anderson lowered his head and asked with a smile, "Who upset my little angel? Today is your birthday, tell Daddy what happened."

"Well......"

Louise glanced hesitantly at the noisy guests around her, seemingly unsure whether she should speak here.

Anderson understood her meaning, so he apologized to the guests and, on the pretext that Louise was tired, led her back to the second floor and into an empty room.

"Can I speak now?" he asked.

"Ah."

Louise responded with a sound of agreement, then looked up as if she had made a great decision, and said, "Dad, can't you really make up with my brother?"

Upon hearing that title, Anderson frowned deeply, then tried to speak in a gentle tone: "Louise, didn't I tell you not to mention that person again? He's not your brother, and you'll only be corrupted by being with him."

“But, but,” Louise murmured, “but Dad, you were wrong to do what you did back then. Ms. Li was so pitiful.”

?

Anderson looked puzzled: "What Ms. Li?"

I remember that bastard's name was Albert Lee. Could this Ms. Lee be his mother? But what does his mother have to do with me? I don't know her at all! Don't even think about making up any excuses to deceive my daughter!

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garden.

Although there was still a ball to go, Li Cheng had no reason to stay any longer, so he left the hall under the pretext of taking a walk to clear his head—this was not impolite, because strolling under the bright moonlight and in the fragrant night breeze was a very classy thing.

Especially for two people who hit it off, they can also take the opportunity to talk about topics that are not convenient to discuss in the lobby—of course, they should leave the lobby separately.

Under the gazes of pity, mockery, or amusement from those behind him, and carefully avoiding potential followers, Li Cheng left the banquet hall and, as if sneaking in, made his way along the winding garden paths toward the main entrance.

The art style instantly transformed from a food simulator to Assassin's Creed!

Li Cheng thought to himself.

However, just when victory was in sight and the door to a way out was in sight, a dark figure slowly emerged from the wall, seemingly having been waiting for him for a long time.

? !

Could there be a final boss here...? Li Cheng continued to complain.

“Aber Lee, right?” the other person asked.

Li Cheng's first thought was that Veronica couldn't stand it anymore and saw that he was planning to slip away early, so she had someone stop him and prepared to let him go to the scene to clarify the misunderstanding for Anderson and minimize the harm of the rumors spreading again after the banquet - then it would really be hard to say!

But as the other person spoke, Li Cheng looked again and realized that the woman in front of him was the same lady in the black dress who had been the nobleman in the blue dress who had tried to strike up a conversation with him.

He could remember her mainly because the other person had such a unique temperament, that kind of indifference and arrogance. Only a fool would think of making a fool of himself by trying to strike up a conversation.

But what's going on here? Why is he approaching me like this? And in such a bizarre way?

His thoughts immediately drifted to outer space.

"Aren't you curious why I stopped you?" Seeing that Li Cheng remained silent for a long time, the lady in the black dress couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, is there anything I can help you with?"

Li Cheng subconsciously replied with this sentence.

"...It's alright now."

The other person seemed to lose interest in the conversation because of this behavior and turned to leave.

"Cough cough."

Li Cheng realized that his behavior just now was a bit out of line, so he coughed twice and tried to salvage the situation with a hopeless remark: "Is there something you want to discuss with me? We can leave here first and talk as we walk."

"No."

The woman in the black dress spoke in a cold tone that matched her demeanor, and then turned and walked towards the hall where the banquet was being held, without even intending to pass by Li Cheng.

Ah, so this is the way the final boss skips class...? Li Cheng's lips twitched. Although he didn't care much about communicating with the other party, he still shouted at the figure in the end: "At least tell me your name, right?"

Robert Hooker.

The figure that was gradually disappearing into the distance didn't even turn its head back.

Hooker? What?

The woman Newton called mentally ill? The woman who was lesbian, liked women, and confessed her love to Harley?

London is so small... No, maybe it's not London's problem.

Li Cheng watched Hook's departing black figure, vaguely feeling that he had missed something, but after thinking about it, he gave up on investigating, because he guessed that what the other party wanted to say should not be related to him, but perhaps more related to Newton or Halley.

Chapter 119 Suspected Job Change

Giving up on the obviously troublesome plot involving Hook, Li Cheng skipped class and hurriedly got into the carriage, escaping the scene before Anderson could react.

As soon as he got home, he saw an unidentified humanoid creature on the sofa in the living room.

Annie appeared at his house for some reason, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, completely lacking any decorum. Her arrogant posture was something his mother would definitely want to beat up.

This guy used to be a bit carefree, but he didn't seem this sloppy. Could it be that he went to act and learned from the actors recently?

Li Cheng sighed as he walked into the living room, marveling at how this guy could learn the bad things so easily without learning the good ones.

"Hey Li Cheng, you're back. Have a seat."

Annie noticed Li Cheng's return. She cheerfully patted the empty seat next to her, gesturing for him to sit down, showing no awareness of being a guest: "I heard from your butler that you went to a banquet. Why are you back so early?"

Li Cheng didn't sit next to Annie, but instead sat on the other side of the sofa: "Something happened—but why did you choose to come so late?"

"I definitely had to come and visit since you moved. I came as soon as I heard the news."

Annie grabbed a cookie from the table, popped it into her mouth, and while chewing, looked around at her surroundings and said, "This place looks pretty nice, much better than my house."

"?"

Li Cheng's doubts were written all over his face: "Better than yours?"

He had been to Anne's house before, and in terms of size, furniture, and servants, this place was far inferior to Anne's. How could she say it was better?

Even if you're going to praise someone, this isn't how you do it! If I didn't know better, I'd think I was in Versailles!

"What I mean by 'better' is atmosphere. Do you understand atmosphere? Atmosphere... it's atmosphere!"

In response to Li Cheng's questioning, Annie glared and showed off the new words she had recently learned from Therese: "Do you know how painful it is to be watched by a group of people all the time? Not to mention that my dad has been free lately and often stays at home all day. I'm under a lot of pressure! As soon as I get home, my dad interrogates me. I'm even a little afraid to go out now!"

Li Cheng understood this feeling; it was similar to when he sneaked out to go to an illegal internet cafe and ran into his parents who had already come home.

He nodded and said, "That's true."

"Right, right?"

Seeing Li Cheng's knowing expression, Annie continued, "But things are much easier for you now that you've moved. No one's monitoring me here, my dad can't keep an eye on me coming and going, and it's closer to the theater, so it's more convenient to get around..."

"No, wait a minute."

Li Cheng sensed something was off and interrupted Annie, who was talking non-stop: "It doesn't sound like I'm the one moving, it sounds like you've moved!"

"..."

Anne rested her chin on the back of her hand and said with a deep expression, "More or less."

"Where is it almost ready?"

Li Cheng was amused by his own words. He pointed to himself and adopted the authoritative demeanor of the homeowner: "Could you ask for my opinion before you're done?"

"Then, Li Cheng, what do you think...?"

Anne stood up and tentatively asked.

Li Cheng didn't expect Annie to be so cautious and meticulous, and she even looked quite convincing. He wondered who she learned it from... Speaking of which, I was wondering why this idiot was so eager to congratulate me on moving. Turns out she came to look for a new place for herself!