Orion slouched in his chair, his gaze half-lowered, and he simply shrugged, "Beats me."


    "You sure you didn''t secretly coach her hand by hand?"N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    "She ims it was all self-taught."


    Thaddeus couldn''t hide his astonishment, "No way, she actually figured it out on her own? Ever since you nailed that twelve-hitbo and became a legend, countless folks have tried and failed." Anyone familiar with the character gunner knew the legendary difficulty of King''s twelve-hitbo. It wasn''t just about having the talent; it required real brains too.


    Unless King personally tutored them, which was a privilege almost no one enjoyed, mastering it was next to impossible.


    Lemira was the first to break the mold! To this day, gamers everywhere are still buzzing with spection about Lemira''s connection to King.


    Tapping the table with his slender fingers, Orion mused, "But she''s smart, undeniably talented." She was destined to go even further than he ever could.


    After school, Lemira made her way to the school entrance where the family chauffeur waited respectfully by the car. She cast a nce toward the infirmary before bending to get into the vehicle. Returning to the Langston mansion, as gazing at it, she felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity with the ce she once held dear. Now, it all felt distant.


    Entering the foyer, Lucian stood up, "You''re back. Let''s have dinner first; I had the kitchen prepare your favorites."


    "I''ll be eating in my room from now on," Lemira dered, heading upstairs directly.


    Lucian turned to the butler, "Take a meal up to her, will you?"


    The butler was somewhat


    dissatisfied, Mr. Lucian Langston, Ms. Langston''s behavior clearly


    suggests she has issues with Moet


    Sterling. If word gets out, people might think Ms. Langston doesn''t allow you to share a table with Ms. Sterling."


    Evelina quickly interjected, "Zack, don''t say that. Maybe Lemmy just wants to save time by eating in her room."


    "Ms. Sterling, you''re too kind-hearted."


    Lucian frowned, "Enough. If she prefers not to dine with us, so be it. As long as we keep quiet, who''s to know what happens within the Langston walls?" Zack finally closed his mouth with a resigned smile.


    Evelina, sensing Lucian''s changes, felt a pang of panic. She couldn''t afford to lose their favor. Coughing slightly, she offered, "Lucian, I tried my hand at making some nutritious dish today, have a try. I know it can''tpare to Lemmy''s, but will do my best."


    Seeing the dish, Lucian couldn''t help but feel a touch more affectionate toward Evelina, "You didn''t have to go through the trouble."


    "But I must. Your stomach has been acting up, and needs be paid more attention to. Until Lemmyes around, I''ll take care of you on her behalf."


    Evelina was still ill with her face pale. Lucian smiled reassuringly, "It''s the thought that counts."


    He tasted the dish, which fell short of Lemira''s culinary magic, yet for Evelina''s sake, he ate some, all the while missing Lemira''s cooking more deeply than ever. Upstairs, Lemira entered her room to find her belongings tampered with. Irritated but considering her impending departure from the Langston mansion, she let it slide.


    "Ms. Langston, here''s your dinner," Zack announced, carrying the tray. Yet, he couldn''t help but add, "Ms. Langston, forgive my bluntness, but visiting so rarely, how could you not dine with everyone? If rumors spread, people might think you''re Snubbing Ms. Sterling, refusing to let her join you at the table."


    Looking at the butler in front, Lemira furrowed her brows furrowed in annoyance. He''d showed a tant bias toward Evelina before, almost treating her like his own daughter.


    In her previous life, Evelina had manipted many situations to her advantage at the Langston house, often with his covert support, leading Lemira into one trap after another.