Disguised as Quake, Noelle drew attention the moment she stepped into the hotel lobby.
Her outfit styles were vastly different from Lola's, and there was no way she would wear Lola's overly provocative clothes.
In a formal setting like this, what truly commanded respect was never a large chest or a perky butt, but overwhelming, extraordinary strength that crushed everything in its path.
Behind her, a burst of chattering discussion erupted. Noelle turned sideways and looked in the direction of the sound.
The speakers were from Norland, who were openly insulting her in the Norlandic language they assumed she didn't understand.
"Watch this one. A slut like her must have been toyed with so much. I bet she'll be in my bed within two hours!"
"Stop boasting, Damon. Do you even know who she is? She's the popular Quake, who modified Rella and stirred a sensation back in the day!"
Damon Goldman seemed unbothered. "So what? She's still a woman, and I never fail if I want to conquer any."
Noelle gave a cold laugh, turned around, and walked straight toward them.
He licked his lips and grinned lecherously at her. "See? That idiot's coming to me already! Let me show you how I reel her in."
He immediately switched to a fawning smile and talked to Noelle in Sidranian. "You're so beautiful, and I'm pleased to meet you. I heard you're the famous Quake, so could I have the honor to take a photo with you?"
The stark contrast between his leering sneer and this polished mask was an eye-opener for Noelle.
The corners of her mouth lifted into a sneer as she replied in the Norlandic language, "Sorry, but I have no interest in taking photos with a bunch of scumbags. Also, you're so ugly that looking at you makes me nauseous. I suggest you find a mirror and see what animals you really are."
Her words stunned the Norland racers. None of them had expected the masked Noelle to understand what they were saying.
After speaking, Noelle turned to leave without bothering to spare them a single glance. The group of furious Norland racers cursed incessantly until Asher sent his men to pacify them.
Knowing they were in the wrong, the chastised Norland racers didn't press the issue. A sharp glare from Noelle was enough to immediately shut their mouths.
She was Quake, the chief guest of the modification challenge, after all. No one would have the guts to openly pick a fight with her.
Asher was very polite to Noelle and knew that in this setting, he could only address her as Quake.
She nodded and said, "I won't be attending the reception tonight, so you can represent me in welcoming the guests from Moriane."
Though the demand might seem arrogant, she wasn't concerned since the consequences would fall on Lola.
Asher had paid a hefty sum to invite her here, so he had no grounds to force her into doing anything and was compelled to agree to her request. He would handle the Moraine guests himself since he was one of the main people in charge of the event.
Noelle took the key card and returned to her room for rest.
Everyone was reassured by Quake's timely appearance. The internet buzzed with anticipation for tomorrow's anticipation challenge, and 200 thousand people had signed up to watch Miller Group's livestream.
Asher double-checked every detail and could finally breathe after ensuring there were no mistakes. He was so busy that he had no time to promptly respond to Lola's messages.
After she sent him several consecutive messages, he chose to ignore and set messages from her number to "Do Not Disturb" mode. That way, he wouldn't be bothered regardless of how many messages she sent.

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