Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 70 - 00 is that right teacher _1

Chapter 70: 0070 is that right, teacher? _1

Chapter 70: 0070 is that right, teacher? _1

Felicia Frost: “… I’m off to the meeting.”

The director was evidently discontent with the ratings at the bottom, so he must have been planning something.

Lucy Wood slept for a few hours in the afternoon, who would believe she’s sleeping now.

And since she was alone in the house, with Ellen Young not back yet, Felicia Frost knew she wasn’t very brave; she probably hid in her room and started reading comments online again.

She claimed she didn’t care, but it’s not something one can easily let go of.

Besides, most of those comments were targeting Ellen Young; Lucy Wood felt it was her fault for dragging Ellen into this and felt bad for her.

All Felicia Frost could do was sigh deeply.

***

Ellen Young sat in the back seat of the car, with two agents who had posed as couriers during the day sitting in front, Damien Frost among them.

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When Damien Frost saw Ellen Young staring blankly out of the window, although it was indeed night and the countryside was pitch-black, offering nothing but expansive fields that one could hardly see clearly, she was just daydreaming; whether she was calculating other things, that was unknown.

Damien Frost spoke in a low, respectful voice: “Miss Young, your students at the research institute all know you’re on a live broadcast, and they’ve called to express their concern.”

Knowing that it’s inconvenient for the professor to take calls during a live broadcast, Damien Frost was currently playing the role of a temporary assistant.

Ellen Young’s indifferent gaze settled on Damien Frost.

Understanding well, Damien continued: “They think some of the comments online are a bit thoughtless.”

Consider, a super genius who has brought honor to her country, someone whom even the government would cradle in the palm of their hands, a national treasure in the eyes of countless professors, being insulted online like that…

Ellen Young: “It’s fine.”

Netizens are simply uninformed, of course, any malicious attack is just pure idiocy.

Ellen Young never cared about that.

Ellen Young, with a languid voice, said, “That’s how live broadcasts are, wait until it’s over, then you can suppress the news.”

Damien Frost immediately nodded: “I understand.”

To suppress the news now would only lead to more backlash and speculation. Better to let them guess wildly.

After all, they could never guess Ellen Young’s true identity anyway.

Upon reaching the city center, Clinton White promptly called to inform her that her contractual partner had arrived.

It was Ruffy Smith.

Hearing it was Ruffy Smith, she was not surprised in the slightest.

If Taylor Smith had initially sent Ruffy Smith, then this matter would be entirely up to Ruffy Smith to decide.

All he needed to do was negotiate the contract with Clinton White, as if Ellen Young were just a hands-off manager who merely needed to sign.

In the city center’s five-star presidential suite, when Ellen Young arrived, Ruffy Smith, wearing a gray shirt, looking handsome and unearthly, was playing mini golf inside the hotel room.

As soon as Ellen Young entered, he immediately set the golf club aside, looked at Ellen with a hint of lascivious delight quirking his lips, and said with a suggestive tone, “I watched the live broadcast; you’re quite skilled at peeling radishes. That braised fish you made for your sister… I’d like to try it sometime when you’re free.”

Ellen Young lifted her chin slightly, “The contract, and also, what makes you so confident that I will entertain you again?”

Ruffy Smith drew closer to Ellen Young, towering over her by more than a head, exuding an imposing presence. Yet, the woman’s clear, ethereal eyes showed no emotion, unaffected in the slightest.

Ruffy Smith just smiled at her, bending slightly to lean closer, his eyes locked on hers, his voice deep and more resonantly seductive than usual, stirring something within —

“Our relationship must be at least a bit closer than with your sister, whom you haven’t seen in decades, right? Isn’t that so, teacher?”

At the end of this ‘teacher’, there was a lingering playful intonation, warm enough to blush one’s cheeks upon hearing it.