The evidence suggested that Chloe was really a smart cookie.
In the living room of Harper's mansion, Chloe managed to stitch a petal following a basic embroidery pattern that Katie had given her.
While Katie was working on her own embroidery, she imparted some knowledge to Chloe. However, upon hearing that there were more than 30 types of patterns, Chloe immediately put down the white gauze in her hands.
"What's up?" Katie asked, looking at her curiously.
Chloe scratched her forehead, "Everyone has their own strengths. I don't think embroidery is my thing."
Seeing Chloe's resistant expression, Katie couldn't help but chuckle.
"Embroidery requires patience to learn and master. Many people today don't have the patience for it. You could just say you're impatient, instead of saying it's not for you."
Katie felt Chloe's excuse wasn't convincing, not what you'd expect from a smart person.
Chloe took out her phone, opened up a search engine, typed in "embroidery", and sure enough, there was a detailed introduction and history of it.
As she scrolled through the information, she said, "Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Asking me to learn embroidery is like asking a pig to climb a tree. If I used this time to do something else, I might've made some decent money."
All Katie could do was shake her head. "It's because everyone thinks like you that embroidery is becoming rare."
Chloe responded nonchalantly as she kept scrolling through her phone. "Hmm, do you know that embroidery has a history of over 2000 years?"
Katie sighed, "Are you sure about this? The reason you asked me to teach you embroidery was because Mrs. Harper is coming back tomorrow, right?"
Chloe coughed awkwardly, "Cramming at the last minute won't do much good."
"That's true, especially with something like embroidery. But Mrs. Harper values it a lot."
Chloe was well aware of this. "Because there are fewer and fewer embroiderers, Mrs. Harper is a bit troubled. Look around, most girls our age can do embroidery."
Chloe nodded, looking at Angie and Phoebe, she pretty much got the picture.
It seemed that she was searching for an heir everywhere.
At this point, Nathan came back from god knows where, bringing with him a chill and a hint of alcohol.
Nathan sat down on the sofa next to Chloe. He cast a casual glance at Katie, then raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you've pulled your bangs back? Aren't you afraid of showing your face?"
Katie instinctively turned her head away from him, continuing with her embroidery.
"Is this your sister's work?" Nathan's alcohol scent was getting stronger. He picked up the hanky that Chloe had been embroidering. "Huh, what is this? It's all uneven, inconsistent stitches, do you know that?"
Chloe looked at him and almost laughed at his actions.
Nathan took a look at the hanky, picked up the needle, and continued where Chloe had left off.
The tall guy, with his healthy tanned hands holding the embroidery needle, looked hilariously out of place.
The needle was almost invisible in his fingers, but he was embroidering very seriously.
Chloe happened to have her phone in her hand, so she subconsciously opened the camera, switched to video mode and started recording Nathan. About a minute into the recording, Katie suddenly burst into laughter.
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