Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 185: Scratched by the Little Rose

Beatrice Fawcett stood up and exhaled, "Seeing that Seraphina isn’t nervous at all, I’m not nervous either. I will definitely succeed in tomorrow’s competition."

Ethan Sterling merely hired a duck, how did that make Beatrice Fawcett less nervous?

What kind of bizarre thought process is this?

Seraphina Redgrave wanted to say something but decided against it, and said, "Alright, let’s pack up and head to the venue."

"Okay."

Ronan Yates and Beatrice Fawcett both responded seriously.

This time the competition was held at the largest technology museum in the city. Due to the considerable buzz generated by the previous two matches, many media outlets attended this event.

Seraphina Redgrave led the team into the venue, entering the museum under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Inside, the air conditioning was set to a low temperature, chilling everyone to the bone.

The event was on the 22nd floor, in a large hall normally used for astronomy lectures. The décor had a futuristic feel with a black theme complemented by starry embellishments, creating a sci-fi ambiance.

The competition was renowned nationwide, famous for being a mental challenge tournament, producing exceptionally talented geniuses.

At this moment, the center of the arena was completely blank, with just a few three-dimensional screens standing upright, giving no clue as to what would be competed on later.

Adjacent to the venue was the seating area for spectators, adhering to principles of fairness and transparency.

Seraphina Redgrave, Beatrice Fawcett, and Ronan Yates sat in the contestants’ waiting area, anticipating the start of the competition.

Ronan Yates frowned and asked, "Beatrice Fawcett, do you need to go to the contestant’s lounge? It’s so noisy here."

"No." Seraphina Redgrave replied, "From now until the competition ends, don’t go anywhere except the bathroom."

"Okay."

Beatrice Fawcett naturally agreed to Seraphina Redgrave’s words.

No one’s a fool, they all know what Seraphina Redgrave is implying.

With all eyes on them right now, the Elite Society couldn’t make a move if they wanted, but if she were alone, who knows what might happen.

Seraphina Redgrave handed her headphones to Beatrice Fawcett.

Beatrice Fawcett was momentarily stunned by the headphones in front of her.

"Listen to music."

Seraphina Redgrave said.

"Thank you."

Beatrice Fawcett lowered her head in gratitude to Seraphina Redgrave, put on the headphones, leaned her head on Seraphina Redgrave’s shoulder, began to rest with her eyes closed, ignoring the noise of the venue.

How did she end up leaning on her?

Seraphina Redgrave turned her head curiously, and Beatrice Fawcett, as if sensing Seraphina Redgrave’s interest, spoke with her eyes closed, "I don’t know why, but when I get close to you, I feel so at ease, like there’s nothing to worry about."

Seraphina Redgrave said nothing.

"Let me lean on you for a while."

Beatrice Fawcett’s usually emotionless voice turned soft and gentle.

It made people feel at ease.

Seraphina Redgrave squatted there, remembering how some people had described her like this before, even in restricted areas.

It was strange, she thought. She was clearly someone who had nothing, yet somehow others felt safe around her.

Seraphina Redgrave stayed silent, letting Beatrice Fawcett lean on her, while she sat in her chair looking at her phone.

Ronan Yates, sitting beside her, was too excited to sit still: "Seraphina, so many people are watching you and Beatrice Fawcett, and there’s even someone taking secret photos!"

"It’s unbelievable; Beatrice Fawcett always seems so cold and indifferent, ignoring everyone, yet beside Seraphina, she seems like a little doll."

What nonsense.

"Seraphina, you’re so beautiful, you can have any man you want, why go for a duck... Oh my God, the Elite Society members are here!"

Amidst Ronan Yates’ rambling, Seraphina Redgrave finally lifted her head.

The light beside her was blocked, Seraphina Redgrave turned her head, and saw Selena Quinn, in a light-colored long dress, with her hair down, sitting next to her, a gentle smile on her face.

Behind Selena Quinn followed a group of Elite Society members, and their expressions were quite unpleasant.

The organizers seemingly thought it was a good idea, allowing the Elite Society and The Defiance Society to sit together.

"I originally wanted to come with you, but after not seeing you for two days, I didn’t expect you guys to have already arrived."

Selena Quinn sat there, smiling gently at Seraphina Redgrave, as if chatting with a good friend.

Upon hearing this, Seraphina Redgrave turned off her phone screen, sat up straight, and curved her lips in a perfect arc: "It’s okay, as long as the competition hasn’t started, you still have a chance to trip us up."

Selena Quinn chuckled, "How come you always like to misinterpret my words, Seraphina Redgrave?"

Seraphina Redgrave turned to look at her, Selena Quinn had long left behind the embarrassment of being exposed in the small woods, and she seemed to have composed herself, ready to resume the act.

"Act well, I’m looking forward to it."

Seraphina Redgrave replied, her expression calm.

Selena Quinn was indeed a superb actress; Seraphina Redgrave had no desire to chat with her, instead gazing at the competition area, noticing the staff walking over.

"Why didn’t you speak ill of me in front of Ethan Sterling?"

Selena Quinn still seemed eager to converse with Seraphina Redgrave.

Seraphina Redgrave’s eyelashes fluttered, Selena Quinn was questioning why Seraphina hadn’t told Ethan Sterling about Selena’s feelings for him, knowing it would certainly put her at a disadvantage, possibly making Ethan Sterling even more disdainful of her.

Selena Quinn likely waited for quite some time but noticed that Ethan Sterling hadn’t reacted, realizing Seraphina Redgrave hadn’t mentioned a thing.

Seraphina Redgrave smirked and said softly, "You guess."

Selena Quinn’s smile stiffened on her face.

As the two were talking, a commotion sounded behind them.

Seraphina Redgrave and Selena Quinn turned their heads simultaneously, seeing a team of well-trained bodyguards blocking reporters, creating a path.

Seraphina Redgrave spotted Nathan Ayers.

And following him, the man in sunglasses stepped into her view, it was Ethan Sterling entering the technology museum.

The sunglasses hid his amber eyes, yet his face remained as sharp as ever, the dark trench coat making him appear even more upright.

It was as if he were a king ruling the world, unreachable by anyone.

"Why is Young Master Sterling here?"

A media representative was visibly thrilled, not expecting Young Master Sterling to show interest in such a competition.

Ethan Sterling remained silent, while Nathan Ayers chimed in, "Young Master Sterling got tired of meetings next door and decided to take a look. He won’t be accepting interviews today, so please make way."

Upon approaching, Selena Quinn sharp-eyed, noticed the scratch marks on Ethan Sterling’s neck.

Against the neat neckline, the scratches seemed out of place, yet exceedingly suggestive.

Seeing this, Selena Quinn’s heart twisted painfully, almost to the point of fainting.

Seraphina Redgrave’s breath also caught momentarily, not out of emotion, but recalling last night, noticing that Ethan Sterling was actually wearing that damnable tie!

Has he gone bankrupt, with only that one tie left?

"What happened to Young Master Sterling’s neck?"

A reporter persistently questioned, knowing this was big news, speculating Ethan Sterling might have a new woman.

Nathan Ayers sternly replied, "Sorry, no interviews today."

Heading towards the spectator seats, Ethan Sterling paused after hearing the question, touched the scratch on his neck, and with a stoic expression said, "It’s not a girlfriend, got scratched by the Little Rose at home."