Chapter 2222: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 22)

In the room of Rodriguez Manor, Shiler's gaze fell on Lex's bowtie. Lex lowered his head slightly, and then turned to look at himself in the mirror.

The way of tying the bowtie is not complicated, but because the soft silk fabric material is special, the pattern squeezed out by the tie in the middle cannot be completely symmetrical. Lex was just adjusting it here, delaying for a few minutes.

A hand crossed Lex's shoulder and approached his neck. Lex almost broke into a cold sweat instantly. The fragments of associations about this hand kept replaying in his mind.

Human hand movements have special significance, because different people use hand muscles differently, and even in different situations, the expressions on the hands can often reflect someone's state more truly than the face.

Like Shiler, Lex thought, when Shiler holds a pen, he is often firm and focused. Due to teaching habits, the hand movements that accompany his speech are always more logical. When he needs to remind others, he is eye-catching, and when he needs to let the topic slide, he remains motionless.

But his godfather's hand movements are always unexpected, and every time he reaches out to do something, his hand and forearm muscles are always tense, just like wanting to store force to strike a punch. The meridians under the skin look very light when active, but the skin and bones are exceptionally heavy, which inevitably makes people wonder how much force this pair of flexible and powerful hands has used in some places.

It is difficult to evoke any good associations, often making people think of some scenes with more violent aesthetics.

When such a pair of hands approaches a fatal part, it is really difficult for Lex to resist not moving his legs to run away. He realized for the first time that maintaining reason in certain situations can be a difficult thing.

When the hand crossed over, the arm happened to be on Lex's shoulder. It didn't really touch Lex, but the void shadow suddenly had weight, pressing Lex so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Ding-a-ling!!!

The harsh telephone ringing made Lex take a long breath. Shiler withdrew his arm and turned to look in the direction of the ringing. Merkel turned to pick up the phone.

"It's Miss Isley, sir. Should I put it through?"

Shiler walked out in big strides. After taking the phone, he waved his hand at Merkel. Merkel stood by the door and nodded, walked towards Lex, and continued to help him tidy up his clothes.

Shiler tidied up the telephone line on the floor, kicked them to the wall with his toes, picked up the phone receiver and said to the other side, "Hello? Miss Pamela... Yes, I received your RSVP. Is that so? How do you feel?... Okay, I'll wait for you."

In less than two minutes, there was movement in the garden. Shiler walked around the porch and returned to the bedroom on the 2nd floor, pulled open the heavy curtains, walked to the balcony and looked down, seeing Pamela's bright smile.

A vine carried her to the second floor. Pamela held Shiler's arm and used force, flipped over the balcony railing, and stood firmly on the ground.

Shiler withdrew his hand, reached out to pull open the curtains to let Pamela in first. Pamela didn't stay in the bedroom, and crossed the room at the fastest speed to the corridor.

At this time, she could hardly hide her excitement, always smiling. When Shiler came out, he also smiled at her and said, "Looks like you feel good."

Pamela then tried hard to restrain her expression, hugged her arms and smiled and said, "I have never felt so good. Those things that have been dragging me down have all disappeared. Thank you so much, Professor."

"My honor."

Shiler walked forward in big strides, brought Pamela to the reception room, looked back at the bag she was carrying and said, "I assume you have brought the clothes for the evening banquet."

"Yes," Pamela lowered her head and looked at her watch and said, "But I think it's still early. Although I can wear a long dress for psychotherapy, I am not sure if you can stand the smell of perfume."

"I can't, Miss. Come in."

Shiler pushed the door open and turned on the lights in the reception room. After Pamela walked in, she sat down straight in one of the single sofas. Shiler walked over and bent down to reach out a hand to her. Pamela handed the bag in her hand to him.

Shiler put the bag on the table next to him, sat down on the sofa on the other side, crossed one leg over the other, put his hands on his knees and said, "Still Professor?"

"I want to consult the professor first, but if I say I will find you later, will it seem too offensive?"

"Of course not, the beautiful enjoy privileges."

Shiler's expression changed. After seeing Pamela, he rubbed his eyebrows slightly and said, "Looks like you have already succeeded. Who is the other party?"

"You would never guess," Pamela smiled and leaned towards Shiler's side, lowered her head and looked at him from above her eyes, saying, "I told you, I like challenges very much."

Shiler shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't tell me you got Wonder Woman into bed."

"Cough, cough, cough, you know I..."

"So you were trying to hide it?" Shiler said with feigned surprise, "Then when you sat in the front row in class, staring at every beautiful lady who came up to hand in homework in the classroom from head to toe, you must have wanted to make achievements in ergonomics."

"Oh, don't be like this," Pamela let out a sigh, covered her eyes with her hands, but looked at Shiler from between her fingers and said, "Is it that obvious?"

"Do you think I suggest students wear more when they come to my class just because the air conditioning in the classroom is cold?"

"Too sharp," Pamela couldn't help complaining, "Professor, you can't always be like this. You know I stare at them, just like some of them always stare at you?"

"If one day you become a professor, you will understand. When you see a beautiful skin, you will of course be amazed."

"But immediately after, the keywords of failing social psychology three times in a row will jump into your mind, and then compared to the beautiful appearance, you will want to see how many tons of water are poured under that beautiful little head of hers."

"Academia is a romantic killer. I will never be a professor."

Pamela reached out to pull her long hair to the front and said, "Not much, the banquet is about to start in a while, and my time is very tight. You don't mind if I comb my hair here, do you?"

"Please, but if you dare to leave any hair..."

"You will take it to find the oldest witch to curse me. Come on, Professor, this can't even scare a three-year-old."

Shiler sighed lightly and said, "Although you haven't completely changed, I have already started to miss the old you."

"How about the current me?"

"Too excited, sharp-toothed."

Pamela laughed, even showing her teeth, looking at Shiler with glowing eyes and saying, "Then how is it compared to before?"

Shiler leaned back on the chair back, looked at Pamela and said, "I am happy that you have become a lovely lady, just like seeing new buds on the gray and stiff branches throughout the winter. Every spring is exciting."

Pamela smiled and blinked, her hands supported on the edge of the sofa, and looked up at Shiler again and said, "You have seen many springs? They must all be very beautiful, straightforward and enthusiastic."

Shiler didn't deny it, just nodded.

"Is there anyone who impressed you?"

"Currently it is you, Miss."

"Although I know this is just a compliment, I am still very happy," Pamela took a breath, turned her head to one side, her eyes also turned away, thinking and saying, "I didn't expect things to happen so suddenly, but I hope this is not a burden to anyone."

"Except for the lucky one you picked."

"Talia?" Pamela raised an eyebrow and said, "To some extent, she is very similar to me, and she also gives me a good feeling."

"I believe you have done everything well," Shiler said meaningfully, "You will graduate soon."

Pamela was silent and didn't speak. She was distracted. From her expression, Shiler could see that she had fallen into memories, and it was also possible that she was thinking about whether she had really done everything well.

Shiler had been hearing Pamela's name from all kinds of people. Bruce had experimental projects in cooperation with her, Lex invited her to build a garden for his manor, Victor said she would definitely become the greatest botanist in the world, and even Clark, who had only met Pamela a few times, thought she was a confidante of leaves and flowers.

But they all had a common evaluation of Pamela. To put it nicely, it was called "quiet," but in reality, it was a bit cold and numb.

Compared to people, she always paid more attention to plants. Although she often said that plants also have souls and can communicate, she herself admitted that plants' thoughts are very weak and need a lot of effort to read a little, but she would rather spend this effort than talk to people.

In the chat in the office, Shiler's colleague Anna described her as a ghost of plants. Perhaps because they were both women, Anna took more care of Pamela and also knew some inside information that Shiler and the others didn't know.

Pamela's mother, strictly speaking, her foster mother, was a lunatic in the sociological sense, but this was only discovered after Pamela became an adult.

This case was too insignificant in Cat Getan, and the files recording the past events had long been lost, but in the files that Shiler asked James to help retrieve later, there were still sporadic clues, allowing him to infer what Pamela's childhood was probably like.

Pamela's foster mother could be called a socialite, but she didn't obtain money and status through her own charm, but through her daughters.

But she wasn't a madam in the traditional sense. She had a formal adoption relationship with the girls, and she would also do her best to take care of and cultivate them—it's just not only for them.

There will always be some things in this world that need beauty to reconcile, beautiful commercial spies, mistresses who can shake certain choices, or just social butterflies who contact contacts. Many people always think that these women must have too many bumpy stories behind them.

But there is another possibility: as long as there is profit, someone will definitely try to build a production line.

Pamela's foster mother was such a person. She tasted the sweetness from the success of her biological daughter and thought she could perfectly replicate more, and then use the success of these foster daughters to obtain endless glory and wealth.

Very unfortunately, but very luckily for her, her first three examples were successful. Pamela was the fourth.

This mother and daughters were not Gothamites at the beginning, but according to some vague records on the files, Pamela's biological parents were likely from Cat Getan, just died in the Chicago gang struggle. Pamela was adopted in Chicago.

Perhaps it was innate, Pamela was very beautiful, but had no charm at all. She was neither lively and cheerful, nor pitiful. In the way most people describe it, she was just a piece of wood. ===== CHAPTER 2223 =====