CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 35: THE HIERARCHY OF SWINDLING AND PILLAGING

"Master Sean Lowell!" The Devilish Lolita ran too fast and nearly stumbled beside Sean Lowell’s hospital bed.

Along the way, she almost knocked over Sean’s IV bottle.

Artie Vaughn looked at the IV, now only one-fifth full, with lingering fear, unsure what consequences would follow if she had indeed collided with it.

Artie patted her little heart nestled in her ample bosom. Thankfully, thankfully.

Occasionally causing a little mischief adds fun to life.

Doing it nonstop all day would make life tiresome.

The fact that he was lying on a hospital bed meant Sean Lowell couldn’t help Artie up, so he could only remind her aloud, "Winters Ambassador, are you okay? Be careful."

"Okay!" Artie nodded vigorously, her smile bursting with beauty, charm, and allure.

It was as if "Be careful" were the most beautiful words in the world.

"Twice Artie wanted to come in just now, but someone beat her to it!" The Winters Ambassador’s tone mixed a bit of grievance with a small complaint, instantly aligning Sean Lowell Master and herself as allies.

Sean glanced at Artie, unsure how to respond to that remark.

Back in college, he didn’t feel he was this inept at communicating with girls.

Just because there was only one girl in the winemaking engineering department didn’t mean there was only one girl in the whole university.

In his silence, Sean reflected whether he had gone too long without speaking to new acquaintances?

So long that before he fainted, he turned the opening conversation into a car crash scene.

Artie loved the silence that followed her words the most, resembling her daily interactions with Summer Fairmont, listening intently but not necessarily responding.

The Pouting Siren took a deep breath, hiding her courage and determination within her eye-catching 36D: "Artie has made up her mind!"

Sean looked up at Artie, momentarily unclear of her intention.

"Ambassador and Master, just the titles make them a destined pair. So, the Winters Ambassador has decided to confess her feelings to Master Sean Lowell before anyone else!"

"..."

Even as composed as Master Sean Lowell was, he didn’t know how to face this scene before him.

The titles alone make them a destined pair?

What kind of logic is that?

This is even more than him thinking Summer Fairmont was his sister upon hearing the name...

According to this pairing by title, wouldn’t all the husbands and wives in the world form teams randomly?

Sean was shocked.

This time, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak, it was that he was too stunned to say a word.

The Pouting Siren desired precisely this astonishing effect, the heart of a big brother hidden beneath the Lolita-like facade didn’t want to stop just because of Sean Lowell Master’s moment of distraction.

She wanted to seize this chance to start a more emotional confession:

"I like you, like stars embellishing the moon."

"I like you, like planets orbiting the sun."

"I like you, like the Milky Way illuminating dreams."

Artie’s confession, intense yet literary.

"..." Sean regretted waking up this early a bit.

If he were still fainted, he wouldn’t have left the hospital.

If he hadn’t left the hospital, he wouldn’t be facing this "fresh literary" scene.

Master Sean Lowell hadn’t never been confessed to by girls before.

Like a nightmare, the last time was eight years ago, on his first day of college.

That day, he received an unexpected confession from the "campus flower."

If Artie knew about The Jilted’s famous history, she shouldn’t have chosen this method to confess to Sean.

Sean was so scared by Artie that for a long, long time, he couldn’t utter a single word.

He was genuinely frightened.

If there’s someone in this world who takes being confessed to as a nightmare, Sean would definitely cling to that unique moniker.

Being confessed to, turned into Stockholm syndrome, is surely an extremely low-probability event.

The more Sean remained silent, the more satisfied Artie became.

This was precisely the image she had envisioned, a feeling as if everything were under her control, spontaneously arose.

"Liking you is my business, you don’t need to feel any pressure at all." Turns out, The Pouting Siren not only saved the day but also had a hidden talent for comforting: "The Winters Ambassador just wanted to let Master Sean Lowell know, that’s all, Artie is leaving now."

And then Artie really left.

Sean didn’t know why but he recalled the earlier incident today when he said Summer Fairmont looked like his mom in that car crash scene.

Compared to the "car crash" he caused, this confession timing and opportunity by the Winters Ambassador were truly a chain of car crashes, right?

At a moment like this, feeling a hint of consolation, isn’t that a bit less carefree and easygoing?

Sean Lowell spent a full ten seconds calming the waves within his heart.

For Master Sean Lowell, who had been calm and unruffled for five years, this was absolutely unprecedented.

Unfortunately, The Pouting Siren was never the kind to give enough time for those listening to her to completely calm their emotions.

Just ten seconds later, The Devilish Lolita came back: "Ah, Master Sean Lowell, Artie just got so excited that I forgot to ask, do you need someone to feed you porridge? Artie is super good with a spoon."

"..."

Super? Good with? A spoon?

What kind of talent is that?

The Jilted, who had remained calm for five years, was really tempted to lose control in a second.

Sean Lowell’s eyes went blank, looking up at the ceiling. He took a barely noticeable breath before saying, "The IV will finish soon. I’ll eat after it’s done. Thank you."

"Ah, is that so? Ah, Artie is really super good with a spoon, you know~ I’m not lying, really!" Artie blinked her starry eyes, hoping Sean would change his mind.

But he didn’t.

Master Sean Lowell was so shocked by the Winters Ambassador that he lost the innate ability to change expressions.

"Ah, in that case, you just slowly enjoy your IV, okay!"

Artie walked out of the nursing room, only to realize that an IV isn’t something to be enjoyed.

The Ambassador girl stomped her foot in annoyance: [Ah, it’s just confessing such a small thing, why get so nervous?!]

The Devious Siren questioned The Devilish Lolita’s actions with an aunt-and-uncle vibe.

Even if she didn’t have firsthand experience confessing, she saw so many people confessing all the time, she should be quite familiar with it by now, right?

Why is it like this... huh?

With crossed arms, The Pouting Siren puffed herself up angrily.

Originally, she really just intended to give him porridge.

Later, she really just planned to give him a spoon.

After being interrupted twice, she got angry but didn’t dare to speak up.

Finally seizing the opportunity, why did her emotions swell and overflow?

That frantic woman just now was The Pouting Siren; the Winters Ambassador and The Pouting Siren had nothing in common, didn’t know each other at all!

The Devious Lolita quickly convinced herself.

And then, The Devilish Lolita, with one heartfelt wish fulfilled, laughed "recklessly."

The radiant sun, wanting to shine on a heart long covered in dust, wouldn’t stop glowing just because a Master said "thank you," would it?

The Pouting Siren stood proudly and returned to the dining room.

But it was only proudly that she walked from the nursing room to the dining room.

Upon returning to the dining room, she found that her once doting mother had moved on and effectively sold her own daughter.

"To think of wanting Summer Darling as my daughter-in-law, such an obvious thing that could be achieved by taking, yet silly, precious Artie insists on tricking, truly doesn’t learn from her mother."

This was the first sentence Artie heard as she returned to "Second Class."

It turned out, Talia Tate had clearly understood Artie’s little schemes in the recording.

She saw everything plainly, clearly, and despised her daughter’s clumsy "trickery to nab a sister-in-law."

Tricks like this can’t even compare to smashing, looting, and burning!

They are not on the same level, even comparing them is a desecration, right!

Why revert to elementary tricks when advanced means of smashing, looting, and burning can resolve things?

Mother Talia Tate set an example by "doing herself," teaching her daughter "how to behave."

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"Miss Summer Fairmont, do you mind if I taste your whiskey now? Or would you prefer to go for a blind tasting at the venue tomorrow?" Sean Lowell wanted to use the fewest meetings to quickly complete what he had promised Artie.

"Tomorrow." Although Summer Fairmont was cold, she didn’t think it was right to make someone who had just fainted and finished an IV start working on the spot.

"Ah, no, Summer, what if there’s a murder for gain tomorrow?" The Pouting Siren was still worried.

The Winters Ambassador didn’t just ignore Sean Lowell’s health after confessing, it’s just that she had never learned how to take care of someone.

Summer Fairmont didn’t persist in her idea.

In Summer’s view, Sean Lowell is an adult capable of taking responsibility for his own actions.

If Sean had such willingness, and Artie had such wishes, as the beneficiary of the tasting, she did not have a standing to express too many personal opinions.

Advanced tasting serves as double insurance.

Who would have thought that after a look, a smell, a sip, and a spit, both fuses would break at once.