Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 533 - 327: Even the Most Insignificant Dares to Act Up Before Her
Despite... regarding Nora Scott’s merciful and lenient actions, Amy Mansfield indeed felt a bit grateful.
Gently exhaling, Amy Mansfield looked up at Rosie Sullivan and asked, "Why did you come to the company?"
Rosie Sullivan, one of the outstanding young members of Biel Hall.
Having attended university in the Northwest, she had been receiving commissions there for the past few years. It wasn’t until her senior year this year that she started taking commissions nationwide and gradually shifted her focus to Fenton City.
"The commission from the Turner Clan was barely resolved, but the Turner Clan wasn’t satisfied. They feel that Biel Hall’s reputation is undeserved and are demanding a full refund, along with some compensation."
She gently tapped the edge of her cup with her fingers and continued, "They said they’d come to the company this afternoon, so I came to check it out."
Amy Mansfield asked, "Have they arrived?"
"Not yet."
Rosie Sullivan smirked slightly.
"When you took the commission, you hit the Turner Clan’s Master, and Elder Turner the Fifth, as their only hope, has never liked you from the start. With the outcome being less than perfect, they are just using this as an excuse to find fault."
Amy Mansfield, having heard a bit about it, wasn’t surprised. After clarifying the reason, she glanced at Rosie Sullivan and advised, "Don’t be so impulsive in the future."
Rosie Sullivan chuckled, "You just had a fight with the Hall Master this morning, and now you’re telling me this—does it make sense?"
"..."
Amy Mansfield was stunned and left speechless.
She indeed was a bit impulsive.
"By the way, how is the new Hall Master?" Rosie Sullivan asked curiously.
Amy Mansfield frowned.
Raising her hand, she extended two fingers, and Rosie Sullivan lightly tapped her forehead with a smile, "It seems she isn’t exactly a pushover?"
Amy Mansfield took a deep breath.
Without exaggeration, she recounted Nora Scott’s two visits to Biel Security.
The first time, with the token in hand, she was overbearing. Dragging her around the company for half an hour; forcibly swapped their offices; caused a commotion on the entire fourth floor to introduce herself.
The second time, with the Hall Master’s airs, she threw her weight around. Just because the staff didn’t greet her, she made life difficult for them, blatantly, which frustrated the employees to no end.
Amy Mansfield, her face darkened, finished speaking.
She thought that, with Rosie Sullivan’s fiery temper, she would be infuriated upon hearing this, but unexpectedly, she was happily lounging on the sofa.
"What’s with you?"
Amy Mansfield stared at her, bewildered.
Rosie Sullivan laughed for a while, "I just find her quite amusing. I thought she would be as meticulous as the old Hall Master but didn’t expect her to be such a gamester."
"Arrogant and overbearing, abusing power for personal gain." Amy Mansfield’s face darkened slightly as she grumbled through gritted teeth.
"I just came up from the third floor, and Barton still has a pretty high opinion of her."
Rosie Sullivan said, "He said she was the first to cover you with a coat, afraid you’d be exposed; this time, you hit her first, if she was truly vindictive, she could have gotten back at you hard, but she just let you off with a self-criticism; and five stagnant commission orders were moving forward because of her; even the cafeteria—"
Saying this, Rosie Sullivan tilted her head slightly, "Is all upgrading systematically because of her, right?"
Amy Mansfield: "..."
Undeniably, Nora Scott wasn’t entirely detestable.
However, the merits and demerits cancel each other out.
Her behavior was truly hard to bear.
"I don’t even know what she looks like, yet I’m quite eager to meet her." Rosie Sullivan stood up, lifted her skirt’s hem to tidy it, then asked, "Is she still working?"
"She should be," Amy Mansfield replied, "in my former office."
Rosie Sullivan raised her eyebrows. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
It had been so long since she last came to the company that she had long forgotten where Amy Mansfield’s office was.
"Knock knock."
Just as she was about to ask, they heard a knock on the door.
Amy Mansfield called out, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and an employee poked their head in, first greeting Amy Mansfield, then turning to spot Rosie Sullivan.
The employee said, "Rosie, someone from the Turner Clan is here."
"Got it."
In an instant, Rosie Sullivan’s relaxed and curious look disappeared, replaced by a thin layer of coolness.
As if she were a different person.
...
Nora Scott talked with Fátima for nearly an hour.
Not until they settled the overall requirements and general direction did they end their call.
At this time, Pedro Langley’s application form was completed and sent over.
Nora Scott browsed through it, confirmed there were no issues, squinted slightly, and submitted the application form.
The matter was resolved.
It was time to leave.
Gathering her personal belongings, Nora Scott picked up her handbag, pulled open the office door, and walked out.
But—
Just as she took a step out, a voice caught her attention.
"What’s the meaning of this from the Turner Clan?"
That voice was clear and pleasant, sounding youthful but quite authoritative.
Nora Scott, mildly curious, walked a few steps to the side, rounded the corner, and looked over.
In the open pantry, a group of people came into view.
The speaker was a strikingly beautiful young woman, dressed in all white, not soft or weak, with a savvy in her eyes.
Standing before her was a row of about six or seven people, led by a middle-aged man, with the others standing aside.
Along the way, that middle-aged manager, Nora Scott found somewhat familiar.
The Turner Clan?
Tsk.
Even the most insignificant insects dare to make trouble in front of her.
