In one second, the boastful Master Jesse smoothly turned into a timid Johnson, without any inconsistency.
Witnessing this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in Nora Scott’s eyes.
As she approached, Butler Loxley gazed deeply at him, speaking with profound meaning, "Second Shaw, you seem more vigorous lately."
Jesse Johnson laughed awkwardly, unable to make a sound, his expression extremely stiff.
Fortunately, Butler Loxley ignored him and turned his attention to Nora Scott, greeting amiably, "Miss Scott."
Nora nodded, her gaze shifting downward, landing on the bag he was holding.
Over the phone, Butler Loxley only mentioned bringing "some food," but this posture... felt like a starving ghost reincarnated.
"Here are some fruits and snacks, you can share them with colleagues if there’s too much." Butler Loxley handed her two large bags first, then offered a thermos, with a kind-hearted demeanor, "I wasn’t sure about the crew’s food, worried you might not like it, so I brought you a meal. It’s still warm."
Feeling the weight in both hands, Nora Scott was quite helpless, she smiled and said, "It’s a bit much."
Butler Loxley’s smile deepened, "More is fine, as long as you’re full."
Nora accepted the goodwill.
With a slight pause, Butler Loxley asked, "Would you like to eat in the car?"
Glancing at the filming location, Nora Scott replied, "There’s work to do."
Butler Loxley nodded, not insisting, and smiled, "Then eat here."
The two chatted joyfully, while Jesse Johnson was anguished, unable to stand still, eventually interrupting them—
"Loxley, you know her?"
His voice was still trembling, shaky, floating.
Jesse Johnson was terrified of the Langley family, just the three brothers of his age alone each had a tougher, more malicious method than the other, being close to them wouldn’t leave even bone scraps.
Consequently, he also feared Butler Loxley, who worked for the Langley family.
He might appear amiable and gentle, but in truth, he’s a smiling tiger, a needle hidden in the cotton, not to be underestimated.
It’s said he comes from a martial arts family background, having followed Madam Langley since youth, accompanying the Langley family through many storms, yet remaining loyal. In many matters, he could represent the Langley family, indicating his status.
After Madam Langley’s passing half a year ago, he originally intended to stay at Langley Mansion, but for some reason later, he started following Pedro Langley.
Butler Loxley chuckled, "Miss Scott is my young friend."
"...," Jesse Johnson was stunned.
An acquaintance across generations?!
With her passive work attitude, secretly bullying colleagues, arrogant and brazen nature, how did she fool the astute, capable Butler Loxley?
Does even the sharpest person start losing their eyesight once they age?
Butler Loxley slightly turned, looking at Jesse Johnson, smilingly asking, "I just heard Master Johnson furiously confronting Miss Scott, could it be that Miss Scott made a mistake and offended Master Johnson?"
His mind not collected, Jesse Johnson instinctively wanted to deny.
But before finishing, Butler Loxley withdrew his smile, his expression gradually serious, his words sinking, "Then Master Johnson is just seeking trouble for no reason."
Jesse Johnson was so anxious he was near tears.
"No need to rush to deny, it’s okay to make mistakes, the key is to recognize and correct them. Miss Scott is always forgiving and generous, if Master Johnson sincerely apologizes, she will surely forgive you." Butler Loxley’s voice softened, seeking Nora Scott’s agreement, "Right, Miss Scott?"
Nora, the spectator, responded without any guilt.
Jesse Johnson widened his eyes, glaring at her.
Damn, where do you get the audacity to say "hmm"?! Your skin’s thick enough, why not guard the city walls?!
After waiting a moment, and seeing no response from Jesse, Butler Loxley called, "Master Johnson?"
His voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying a pressure, his gaze sharp as razor blades, gleaming with a chill.
Jesse Johnson felt internally resistant, frustrated beyond measure, but under one glance from Butler Loxley, he turned into a quail, not daring to be reckless.
After much inner conflict, Jesse Johnson miserably accepted and bowed his head to Nora Scott, "I was wrong, I’m sorry."
His voice was as faint as a mosquito, dispersing with a breeze.
Nora Scott raised her brows, pretending not to hear, curiously asked, "What did you say?"
Jesse Johnson clenched his teeth inwardly, fists tightened, eyes misted with red.
But, glimpsing Butler Loxley’s furrowed brow, he shuddered and raised his voice, "I said I was wrong, I’m sorry!"
His shout was indeed loud enough, shaking the snowflakes down from the tree branches, even bewildering nearby workers.
Workers: "..." Why has this spoiled second-generation heir suddenly changed character today?
"It’s okay," Nora Scott chuckled lightly, appearing unconcerned, "I am forgiving and generous. I won’t bother with such trivial matters."
I beg you to care a little, okay?! Using adjectives that have nothing to do with you, you’re quite proud?!
Borrowing power from others! Bullying people! An unsavory character!
Jesse Johnson was so enraged he wanted to punch someone, but with Butler Loxley, a great authority present, he had to swallow all dissatisfaction, lacking the courage to stay any longer, he said to Butler Loxley with red eyes, "Loxley, I have something to attend to..."
Even clearly furious, once speaking his voice was still soft.
Like a bullied, angrily silent child bride.
Butler Loxley once again wore a gentle smile, nodded, "Second Shaw, go ahead with your business."
As soon as the words fell, Jesse Johnson left without looking back, like he was escaping for his life.
Nora Scott’s eyes and brow tinged with amusement.
It was... quite amusing indeed.
Seeing her smile, Butler Loxley also exhaled, looking towards the direction Jesse Johnson fled, said, "Master Johnson has a good nature but was raised too spoiled by his family, resulting in many faults. He ought to be disciplined."
"What’s his relationship with you?"
"He’s a distant cousin of Master Pedro."
Mentioning Pedro Langley, Nora’s smile gradually faded.
Butler Loxley noticed but said nothing further, only remarked, "After so many years, not knowing if your taste has changed, I still made those dishes you used to like."
Nora paused, "Made them on the spur of the moment?"
Butler Loxley laughed, "As an elder, with nothing to do, time is abundant."
Borrowing a crew bench, Nora sat alongside Butler Loxley, opened the thermos, revealing three dishes and a soup, indeed all her favorites.
Four or five years had passed, yet Butler Loxley remembered.
She paused slightly, lowered her gaze, saying, "...my taste hasn’t changed much."
While Lily Turner was filming, Nora Scott had nothing to do but focus on eating. Butler Loxley didn’t hurry to leave, sitting beside her, occasionally chatting, not mentioning Pedro Langley, maintaining a harmonious atmosphere.
After the meal, Butler Loxley saw her finish, quite satisfied, and took the thermos with ease.
Nora divided the fruits and snacks, kept some for herself, then escorted Butler Loxley to the car.
Just upon reaching the car park, Master Jesse’s voice could be heard clamoring—
"...This was drawn by God Z himself, with his autograph and TO signature! Unique! Can you compensate for it?! Can you?!"
Is this still not over?