Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 569 - 345: Nora Scott Agrees to Join [Escape Room] (4)

Chapter 569: Chapter 345: Nora Scott Agrees to Join [Escape Room] (4)

She searched for a post discussing the ins and outs involving the competition between two popular reality shows, the comments brought by two videos... savoring it as if she was reading a short story.

Sitting in the police station’s lounge, Nora Scott finished reading, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and was just about to rest a bit when Pedro Langley’s call came in.

"Heartbreaker."

As soon as he spoke, Pedro Langley’s tone was that of a jilted lover.

Nora Scott raised her eyebrows, "Owes you, doesn’t she?"

Pedro was quite resentful, "Didn’t reply to my messages all day yesterday."

"...Busy, no time." Nora remarked helplessly.

As soon as she got off the plane, she was basically rushing non-stop, with no time to deal with Pedro Langley until things got better this morning.

"Heartbreaker’s usual excuse."

"..."

Tsk, he talks like he has plenty of "heartbreak" experience!

Too lazy to go back and forth with him, Nora Scott straightforwardly said, "Talk business."

Pedro paused, and instead seemed even more resentful, "Can’t I contact you without an agenda?"

Nora ground her teeth, "Looking for a fight, aren’t you?"

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

Pedro Langley always had a way of breathing life into this saying.

After a pause, Pedro stopped chit-chatting and bluntly said, "Winter has something to discuss with you, your phone wasn’t reachable, so she just found me."

Nora was taken aback, "What for?"

"She designed a mechanical escape room for ’Escape Room’ and asked if you’re interested in participating."

Design a mechanical escape room?

Nora Scott was reluctant to join ’Escape Room’; first, she didn’t want too much exposure on variety shows, preferring to quietly focus on filming; second, she looked down on so-called mechanical rooms, as to her they were just child’s play.

The posts online that praised mechanical escape rooms were not even up to five percent of her skill level, she honestly just designed them for fun while having a good time.

But—

If it was a room designed by Evelyn Winter, Nora Scott was quite interested.

After all, she rarely got the chance to see Antonio Easton’s mechanical techniques, since he seldom left behind works, and Evelyn Winter was his direct disciple... she genuinely wanted to see the depth of Evelyn Winter’s skill in mechanical techniques.

Narrowing her eyes, Nora Scott asked, "What’s her relationship with ’Escape Room’?"

"She’s one of the planners for ’Escape Room’."

...That explains it.

Reclining back, Nora Scott traced her chin with her fingers, tapping lightly, asking with interest, "You invested in ’Escape Room’, right? Did the recent episodes profit well?"

While drafting the designs, Nora Scott didn’t know about this.

Not until after the first episode went viral did she see some online hot takes mentioning "Mr. Langley has a keen eye," did she learn that it involved Pedro Langley.

"Very much."

Pedro replied straightforwardly.

Nora Scott laughed, asked, "Do you want me to go?"

"It’s completely up to you."

Pedro Langley wasn’t demanding at all.

Nora Scott leisurely, slowly said, "Beg me. Then I’ll go."

"Beg you."

"..."

Oh, domineering CEO, where is your dignity!

Time and again, those two words are said faster than anything else!

"Alright, I’ll come back and sign the contract." Nora Scott said, "Let’s consider it earning Marcus Shaw’s tuition fees."

Pedro Langley paused and asked with a laugh and a tear, "Do you know how much you could earn for one episode of a show?"

Having never participated in a variety show, the last time she joined as a temporary NPC she didn’t ask for a dime, Nora Scott was clueless about the market rates.

Recalling past film remunerations, she hesitated for a moment and tentatively asked, "A few thousand?"

"..."

This wife is easy to please.

*

The rain in Fenton City continued its relentless assault.

Torrential rain poured without stopping.

The windows on the balcony were open, the sound of rain not muffled, cracking and clear to the ear. The cool wind, carrying a chill and fine rain, blew in, striking her body, stripping away warmth.

Crystal Hughes sat on the sofa, legs curled up, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting on them.

Her eyes were open, staring unblinkingly at the television.

The TV was broadcasting the midday news, cutting to the anchor, who happened to be her colleague; she watched, momentarily dazed, and when the image changed, she carefully recalled what her colleague had said, but her mind was a complete blank, remembering not a single word.

A sudden feeling of desolation engulfed her, spreading over her until she was left powerless, her brain unable to think; she could breathe, listen, observe, but she was so lost that she could barely sense if she was alive.

Then—

The door lock was turned open.

Vigilance and caution were almost instinctively elevated, without going through any brain processing, her hand reached under the blanket beside her, finding a pair of scissors.

Until a teenager walked in the door.

She stared blankly for a moment, then slowly came back to her senses, quietly letting out a breath.

"Crystal."

Marcus Shaw changed his shoes upon entering, his gaze searching for Crystal Hughes, and he greeted her.