Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Otti / He only knew that he knew...

Once upon a time, there was only one busy man in Winston Manor, but now there is one more.

In the next few days, Audrey devoted all her enthusiasm to her handicraft career and was busy from morning to night.

Hermann was not much better, he was nowhere to be seen all day.

Greta didn't see them until dinner time. However, everyone was still busy with their own things and no one spoke. Mrs. Cooper had to play with the little white kids in the room.

The next afternoon, Audrey finally finished the work and happily showed Greta around.

"Mrs. Cooper, look! I made all of this!"

Ever since Lucy bought the materials, Audrey has been tinkering with it alone in the room, and no one knows the finished product.

Greta held Pappy in her arms and said with a smile, "Do I need to cover my eyes, Miss Norman?"

"If you want." Audrey covered her eyes as the two walked into the room.

"Are you ready? Open your eyes!" Audrey said, "Three, two, one!"

Greta is ready to wow no matter how well she does.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she realized that all her mental preparation was unnecessary.

In the small room, there is a small manor model, which is extremely exquisite and looks like a replica of Winston Manor.

From the main castle building to the angel statues on the fountain, as well as the roses and dirt lawns outside the courtyard, everything is available.

What is even more amazing is that the main materials used to build the house are very simple, namely the building blocks that tutors use to teach children nowadays, and cardboard used in handicraft classes.

They were simply modified according to the blueprints and pieced together to fit perfectly. In some places, metal was welded together, and even marble slabs and small pieces of glass were used to simulate real floors and French windows.

"Oh my God..." Greta was stunned for several seconds and covered her mouth. "My dear, I swear that anyone who sees it will be amazed from the bottom of their heart!"

"Thank you!" Audrey was very pleased with her reaction and introduced her with a smile. "In addition to this largest model, I have prepared many smaller ones with different themes, and some are unfinished. Mrs. Cooper, would you like to join me?"

"Can I?" Greta looked at the miraculous little manor in front of her and became interested.

"certainly!"

Audrey took her on a tour. "This is a miniature wooden bridge. I calculated it using a rough sketch. The proportions of the bridge length and piers are the same as a real bridge. It's perfect for children learning math."

Greta picked up the small wooden bridge and looked at it carefully.

This one didn't make sense, but the next one caught her eye.

It was a miniature farmhouse, built in the same way as a manor, only simpler, and with velvet bedding, perfect for a cat or dog.

"This is the pet house I made. It's a bit simple and I can't sew, so I don't know how to decorate it," said Audrey.

Greta said, "Can I help you? I can make some small wind chimes and some dolls that will fit inside."

"That's great!" Audrey agreed readily. "I'll leave it to you, Mrs. Cooper."

The two hit it off immediately, and the manor had one more busy person.

From afternoon to evening, the simple pet house was upgraded to a luxurious puppy kennel, with the addition of several handmade rag dolls made by Ms. Cooper.

On the other hand, Audrey continued to study new products. She tried to weave a miniature gate with rattan branches, an idea she had when she was at home.

Norman Manor has many farmlands, but unscientific irrigation often leads to crop losses. Now that she is in Winston, Audrey has also discovered this problem.

The White family didn't rely on the farm for their livelihood, but the last time she went to town, she met a little beggar who asked her for money six times. The child told her that his family was a tenant farmer, and last year's drought had affected the harvest. They couldn't pay the rent, and they couldn't eat enough, so they had to beg on the streets.

So Audrey picked up her old idea again.

If she could design scientific canals and sluice gates, farmers would be able to master irrigation techniques according to the weather.

"Each cane is two fingers wide apart. Five of them block the canal mouth, and they rise up to leave a gap in the canal..." Audrey was immersed in the design, completely forgetting herself, muttering to herself, "If I want to fix the gate, I'll make three gaps. One-third of it will be open during droughts, and it will be fully open when it rains..."

Greta looked at her quietly for a while, then tiptoed downstairs without disturbing her.

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At dinner time, Hermann stepped into the dining room, where only servants were waiting.

Herman sat down and asked, "Where are the two ladies?"

The new butler, William, was pouring wine and was about to reply when Greta came in.

William nodded and helped her pull out the chair: "Mrs. Cooper."

"Thank you, William." Greta picked up the wine and took a sip. "Please tell the kitchen to have Miss Norman's dinner in her room and have Lucy bring it over."

William: “Yes, ma’am.”

Herman took a bite of his food and looked at his mother: "What is she busy with?"

"I'm not sure if she'd be willing to reveal it in advance," Greta said enthusiastically. "Anyway, it's an outstanding work. You'll definitely be surprised when you see it."

Even so, Greta's face was full of "Come ask me, come ask me, I will tell you if you ask me."

Herman said without raising his eyes: "Okay, then wait for her to tell me."

"Hurley!" Greta scolded with a smile, "You see, I must introduce you to a new female designer!"

Herman: "Isabelle Norman?"

"That's right! You have no idea how exquisite the models she made are!" Greta was beaming with joy as she introduced Audrey's work in detail.

At first, they were just listening for fun, but gradually, Hermann looked thoughtful.

"You mean, she made a manor and a bridge almost one to one, and also a little ornament that looks like a sluice gate?"

Greta doesn't understand why her son isn't interested in the doghouse, but is happy to see him take an interest in Audrey's work.

"Yes, I think it's almost finished now. You can go and have a look."

Hermann put down his knife and fork, his dark grey eyes flickering slightly.

"Yeah, I think I should go check it out."

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The dinner on the tray was completely cold, but Audrey was completely unaware of hunger and fatigue.

Under the light, she concentrated on polishing the final interface of the miniature sluice gate.

Her white and tender fingers were rubbed red by the rough wood, and some tiny sawdust had pierced into them. But the pain did not affect her dedication at all.

This is what Hermann saw when he stood outside the door.

Audrey wore simple work clothes and no exquisite makeup.

Her light blond curls were tied into a bun, with a wisp of hair casually falling from her forehead. With no free hands, she pursed her lips and blew, sending her hair flying upwards. She found the blows funny and laughed to herself. Finally, she straightened up and gave her work a final check under the light.

At that moment, the pure light in her blue eyes turned into complete seriousness and concentration, which was no less than any moment when she was dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"Knock, knock, knock." Seeing that Audrey had finished her work, Herman knocked on the door.

"You're here!" Audrey turned around, her eyes shining, and she came forward with a smile, "Did Mrs. Cooper tell you?"

Herman: "Well, she said you were an outstanding designer."

"It's not that exaggerated." Audrey smiled shyly, but looked at him expectantly. "If you're willing to visit and give your opinion, that would be great!"

Herman looked at her for a moment, then walked in. "Why not?"

Audrey was even happier and followed him excitedly to introduce himself.

Herman did not give a perfunctory response. He listened carefully to her design ideas and even raised questions about the data and architecture.

Audrey could tell he was genuinely interested and answered in more detail.

Herman held up the small wooden bridge and had an idea while listening to Audrey's thoughts.

Greta was just an outsider who was interested in the novelty, but Hermann knew that Audrey was not designing toys. These seemingly miniature molds had the potential to be built on the ground.

This means that Ms. Norman is a true architect.

Herman looked at Audrey and suddenly asked, "Is this all taught by your tutor?"

Audrey was stunned and stammered, "It's...it's my family."

Hermann remembered that she had a sister who married a duke and nodded: "You are very talented."

Audrey smiled, her eyes gentle. "My family discovered my talent."

Herman also chuckled: "A very good family."

For the first time, Audrey heard Hermann affirm herself and her family.

The two families, who were forced to be bound together by debt, also communicated with each other for the first time in a normal and warm way, just like a normal marriage and family.

Herman was still admiring the manor model and didn't notice Audrey's stunned expression.

"I can help you put these things you've made into production. You can invest your technology in the company, and we'll split the profits 50-50. What do you think?"

"What?" Audrey almost thought she had misheard.

Hermann repeated it again without any impatience.

Audrey felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether it was excitement or happiness.

"Investment? Profit sharing?" Audrey blinked and pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Of course." Hermann looked at her. "You can come up with the name of the factory. You can name it after Norman."

Audrey was overwhelmed by the huge surprise and was still a little confused: "Will I be able to design anything in the future and the factory will help me make it?"

"As long as it's technologically feasible, in theory, it's possible." Herman has sufficient funds to support the implementation of new ideas.

Audrey: "Then I can still get dividends?"

Herman frowned: "Have I ever deducted your expenses?"

"That's different!" Audrey couldn't contain her joy, spinning around with her work apron in hand. "I can make money! And I have my own 'Norman Factory'! I'm designer Norman now!"

Under the light, there was still a piece of black dust on her face that had not been wiped off. She looked dirty, but her eyes were bright, like the picked-up Daisy kitten.

Herman leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her, a smile flickering across his lips. "Well, Miss Designer, give me your answer."

"I do, I do, I do, I do!" she repeated, incoherent with joy. "I do a hundred times, Mr. White!"

As she laughed, her blue eyes misted over and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at Herman with unusual seriousness: "Why are you so nice, Herman?"

Just like the last time in the carriage, Hermann did not feel happy when he received the praise, but was stunned for a moment.

An indescribable feeling.

Hermann felt an inexplicable burning sensation on the scar on his left hand, spreading all the way to his throat, stirring up an unknown emotion. Is he okay?

Her dark grey pupils reflected her innocent eyes, and that emotion seemed to have shifted to her heart.

It was just a matter of spending some money that was of no importance to him, or arranging for Mrs. Moore to help her, to say hello.

Is this what she thinks is good?

Miss Norman always seemed to remember good things but not bad ones, putting hurtful words behind her and even forgetting how they started.

Herman lowered his eyes, did not respond to her words, and walked out.

After passing the corridor, I suddenly realized that I was still holding the small bridge in my hand.

The round holes and the curved bridge body, every part has been precisely measured to build a stable bridge to bring people from the other side to this side.

She is an outstanding architect, good at creating something from nothing, building a tall building from flat ground, and even building a bridge accidentally.

Where does it lead to?

Herman took off his gloves, revealing a horrific scar running through his palm. He unconsciously pressed his heart and counted the frequency, but he couldn't figure it out.

Where does it lead to? He doesn't know either.

He only knew that he was not good at all.

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Author's words: Audrey: [Dog head holding a rose] The door to your heart (wink)

Herman: (expressionless) (walks away quickly) That's not true, don't think too much about it.

Zongbao Manuscript Box: Report, I have saved up my manuscripts until the end of the month, and they will be released on time every day! (I can’t update in advance because I have to go on a long trip QAQ)

I've read all the comments, but I've been out for a while and may not have much time to reply. I hope you all enjoyed reading it~ Love you all! [Haha]