Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 538 - 331: The Golden Cup of the National Museum Appears Out of Thin Air
Pedro Langley sighed, naturally found her phone, the screen lit up, he glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then handed the phone to Nora Scott.
Nora Scott lay on her side, squinting at the screen.
It was a system message from the Biel Hall internal app, meaning the audit was canceled.
She unlocked it with her fingerprint, went into the software backend, logged in, and indeed could check the detailed status of the request form.
After putting away the phone, Nora Scott said slowly, "Hey, I discovered you have a strength."
"What is it?"
"You write application forms exceptionally well."
"..."
As the grand president, Pedro Langley expressed that he did not appreciate this kind of compliment at all.
After a few seconds, seeing Pedro Langley didn’t respond, Nora Scott lightly furrowed her brow and mumbled a reminder: "Pedro, I’m complimenting you."
"My mom hasn’t needed flattery in twenty years." Pedro was helpless, directly asking, "What do you need to write?"
Seeing that he saw through it, Nora Scott didn’t beat around the bush anymore and said slowly, "Reflections."
Pedro raised an eyebrow, "Reflections as the Hall Master?"
"Reflections after watching a video," Nora Scott thought and added, "consider it a self-criticism."
"Who gave you this homework?" Pedro was startled.
Counting the people around Nora, everyone pampered her, followed her lead, worried about her irregular meals, and her uneven schedule... Some even went overboard by worrying that she might get sunburned when going out.
Who would dare ask Nora to write a self-criticism?
Nora Scott felt pained just thinking about it, burying her face into the cushion, her voice muffled, "Little Senior Sister."
"..."
Pedro remained silent.
This little senior sister, who eternally lived in conversations, seemed to be Nora’s nemesis.
In the future, he could think of a way to build a good relationship.
Pedro asked, "What did you do wrong?"
"Can I even do something wrong?"
"..."
His girlfriend was throwing a tantrum, and Pedro didn’t dare speak out even if he was angry.
"How many words?" Pedro resignedly asked.
"Forty thousand."
Nora quickly answered.
Stunned, Pedro was shocked, "Say that again, please."
"... Forty thousand."
Nora was a bit lacking in confidence.
"My dear."
After a while, Pedro held Nora’s hand, his tone slightly deeper as he called her.
Nora slightly raised her face, looked up at him, "Hmm?"
Pedro asked, "Do you know how many self-criticisms I’ve written?"
"How many?"
Nora perked up a bit, showing interest in this.
Lowering his eyelids to look at her, Pedro slowly uttered a word, "Zero."
"..."
Boring.
Nora buried her face back into the cushion.
Pedro pinched his brow, amused and helpless.
Throughout his school years, he didn’t write a single self-criticism. He never imagined that after graduation, starting his own business, he would still be forced to write one.
No one would believe it if he told them.
It was too late, Nora was especially low in spirits, and she wasn’t willing to sleep, so she talked with Pedro, on and off.
In the passenger seat, only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard. Marcus Shaw rarely spoke unless he needed to remind Evelyn Winter; otherwise, he wouldn’t utter a word.
Nervous, thrilling, dangerous.
Everything belonged to Marcus Shaw and Evelyn Winter.
It had nothing to do with the chatting couple in the back seat.
"Done."
The time wasn’t long, about twenty minutes later, Marcus said two words and closed the laptop.
Nora asked, "Withdrew successfully?"
"Yeah. They left."
Marcus took off the headset, glanced back through the car mirror, and saw Nora wrapped in a blanket, his expression indescribable.
——He couldn’t figure out why Nora came here to chat and kill time.
Wouldn’t it be nice to sleep at home?
"Let’s call it a day."
Nora said lazily, struggling to crawl up from Pedro’s lap.
Pedro rubbed her head, "You can sleep now."
"Hmm."
Nora acknowledged.
Even though this was remote control, no one could trace it back to them, but the matter was now understood, it wasn’t proper to stay here for too long, and Pedro left the back seat to drive in the main seat.
After organizing the laptop and headset, Marcus knowingly kept silent.
Until the phone vibrated continuously.
The messages were from Oliver Scott.
[Chatterbox]: So, is it over?
[Chatterbox]: Was it thrilling?
[Chatterbox]: [Expecting][Expecting][Expecting]
Even though Oliver was in the know, he certainly wouldn’t be brought along during the action.
He belonged to the cheerleading team with Henry Chapman and Miguel Smith.
Oh, at least Henry Chapman provided the security procedure...
At this moment, they were not on site, but they knew the action time, so they were probably staying up late for the result.
[Marcus Shaw]: It’s over.
[Chatterbox]: What about my sister and brother-in-law?
[Chatterbox]: Did my sister do anything cheeky?
Oliver clearly had a deep-rooted impression of Nora’s unconventional behavior.
Marcus paused, recalling the topics the two discussed just now...
He stayed silent.
The only cheeky thing might be the forty-thousand-word self-criticism by little senior sister.
—— Writing a forty-thousand-word self-criticism?
For students, it’s no different from lingering death.
I don’t know what Nora did to receive such terrifying punishment.
...
Early in the morning, four o’clock.
In the cheering group chat.
[Oliver Scott]: [ok]
[Oliver Scott]: It was successful.
[Miguel Smith]: !!!
[Miguel Smith]: Everything went smoothly?
[Oliver Scott]: Everything went smoothly.
[Miguel Smith]: What a relief!
[Miguel Smith]: Finally can sleep!
[Miguel Smith]: Did Nora make any trouble?
[Oliver Scott]: I asked, apparently not, she was chatting all along.
[Miguel Smith]: ...
[Miguel Smith]: @Henry Chapman, Brother?
Henry Chapman, who had already shut down to sleep, was meeting Mr. Sandman, having completely forgotten about the night’s action.
Halfway through the night, Rose pounced on the bed and jumped around him through the covers, letting out a few "Meow~"s.
Henry Chapman rolled over, instinctively grabbed Rose, and held it in the crook of his arm as he slept. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Rose fussed for a bit, seeing its owner sleeping soundly, gradually calmed down, and peacefully slept in his owner’s arm.
*
The First Affiliated High School was a bit far from the National Museum, with more than an hour’s drive. By the time Pedro sent Marcus back to the affiliated school, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight spilled on the ground, casting a golden glow.
"Go straight in."
Pedro drove the car to the main gate, acting confidently.
Marcus looked at him.
At this time, it was understandable for particularly diligent students to arrive early for morning study.
... The brother-in-law knows what he’s doing.
Unlike Nora, who had the chance to enter through the gate openly but insisted on sneaking over the wall, making even the most confident people feel guilty.
"Hmm."
Pulling out his backpack, Marcus found his uniform and name tag, unbuckled the seatbelt, and put them on.
Gathering all his belongings, Marcus glanced back as he left.
Nora was lying on her side in the back seat, a blanket covering her whole body, hiding most of her face, with disheveled hair, sleeping comfortably.
Pushing open the car door, Marcus made his exit.
*
In the action group chat.
As dawn broke, everyone was reporting the situation one by one.
[Evelyn Winter]: Home.
[Benjamin Durant]: Got back with Humphrey.
[Pedro Langley]: [Little Hand Holding][ok]
[Benjamin Durant]: [Contempt]
No explicit mentions.
But everyone knew what was going on without needing to say it.
Everyone returned home as if nothing had happened the night before.
*
At dawn, six o’clock.
As the shift was about to change, the night-shift security guards patrolled one last time according to usual practice.
Just like usual.
Nobody felt there was anything different this morning from other days.
Until——
They reached the largest exhibition hall on the first floor.
As soon as everyone entered, they unanimously stopped and went silent.
A beautifully crafted, intricately carved golden cup was displayed on the most conspicuous glass cabinet.
The entire exhibition hall’s surveillance could surround this glass cabinet from all sides.
Three hundred and sixty degrees, with no blind spots.
Half an hour later——
The managers, looking at the surveillance, were furious, pounding the table with excitement.
"Appeared out of thin air?! Nothing was there one second, and the golden cup appeared the next! Are you seriously performing magic tricks for us?!"
