Chapter: 537
"Alright." Norah held him close before heading to the dining table, eager to share the events of her day, “Everyone in the research institute knows I'm Supernatural Doctor. It must have been the director who spilled the beans to Sheri."
Preferring to keep a low profile, Norah dreaded the idea of her alter ego becoming common knowledge, fearing it could disrupt both her personal and professional life.
“Sheri revealed me being Supernatural Doctor in front of everyone, hoping to embarrass me, but her efforts were in vain. She just couldn't accept me being the celebrated figure and wanted to make things difficult for me."
Sean was seasoned in the ways of the world, so he easily discerned Sheri's ill intentions. "Her apology seemed superficial, exploiting the researcher's injury to cause you trouble. But when you had succeeded in healing the researcher, her scheme fell through. Yet, there's a chance she'll try again when you return to the institute tomorrow."
Norah nodded, having thought about the possible development just like Sean had suggested. "It doesn't matter. I'm not tied to the institute.
She can try all she wants."
Norah's gaze fell, her voice tinged with resignation. "I'll just treat her like a clown entertaining me."
Norah found joy in watching clowns perform. To her, it offered her a spectacle without any personal investment.
Knowing Norah's independent nature, Sean simply nodded, understanding she shared these thoughts merely for camaraderie.
"Didn't you mention helping Alice with her passport today? I had Phillip handle it. Here are the processed visa and passport." Sean gestured toward the document bag on the table, his tone nonchalant.
Normally, obtaining a passport would take at least a month. Alice lacked connections in Otland, so receiving one in half a day could mean only one thing. Sean had connections!
Setting down her cutlery, Norah's curious gaze settled on Sean.
Dressed sharply in a light gray suit, his features chiseled and refined, Sean exuded an aura of sophistication.
"I had intended to personally handle Alice's passport. Your efficiency surprises me, darling!" Norah praised.
Having mentioned it just that morning, Alice's passport was ready by evening. Originally planning to expedite the passport process herself, Norah hadn't anticipated such swift results.
Norah's eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I don't believe I've ever asked. What does your company do in Otland, darling? Care to enlighten me?"
Norah had delved into research of Sean's business in Glophia. It seemed the most prosperous enclave was firmly in the grip of the Scott Group.
The Scott Group, a titan entrenched in diverse industries, showcased impressive prowess.
Sean, ranking among the top five global magnates, boasted a fortune exceeding hundreds of billions.
A soft chuckle escaped Sean, eyes gleaming with a hint of mirth. "I once assumed you were indifferent to these affairs. My ventures in Otland range from venture capital to securities and beyond. If you're intrigued, I'd be delighted to divulge them to you."
There seemed to be nothing wrong with Sean's words. He operated a standard business, yet depending solely on these ventures made it unfeasible to acquire the passport for Alice in a single day, unless he possessed connections within the government.
Sean remained silent in this regard, prompting Norah to refrain from further inquiry. Feigning vexation, she quipped, "Save your breath.
It's all Greek to me."
A glint of amusement danced in Sean's eyes. To the uninitiated, the jargon was indeed befuddling. This was Sean's realm, his forte within the business echelons.