Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 637 - 385: Biel Hall Gets Things Done—Rest Assured
Crystal Hughes briefly explained her plea for help.
Then, she fixed her shiny black eyes on Joseph Sutton, unblinking, full of pleading.
After a moment of contemplation, Joseph Sutton pushed his glasses up with his finger and calmly asked, "You don’t have feelings for him anymore?"
"..."
Crystal blinked.
Joseph said earnestly, "Although they say a good horse doesn’t turn back for the same grass, I think it’s good for you to have a relationship too."
"Hey, my kid’s almost five. Have you found someone yet?" Crystal dealt a fatal blow.
Joseph: "..."
"In another two years, won’t they be nagging you to get married?" Crystal added more fuel to the fire.
"..."
Single Joseph Sutton had no words.
After a pause, he simply decided not to argue with her on this topic. Joseph changed the subject, "It’s no problem to help you. But I’ve interacted with Camilo Nogueira a few times, and he’s decent. If you admit the child is his and discuss it with him properly, he should respect your wishes."
"I don’t want to say it." Crystal frowned, "She wouldn’t take the child for a paternity test."
"Why?"
"Didn’t I break up with him because of... that? Now if I secretly gave birth, people would say I’m after his family’s money. What would that be?" Crystal said irritably.
"He wouldn’t."
Crystal said, "I wasn’t talking about him."
"Then wouldn’t it be fine for you two to get back together?" Joseph asked as a matter of course.
"..."
This wooden head, truly a single mind from birth.
At this moment—
"Uncle Camilo, is that how it is?"
Andrew Hughes’s crisp voice suddenly captured their attention.
The two looked up and saw Andrew Hughes near the Victor Technology exhibition area, holding a remote, operating a drone moving in the air.
Camilo Nogueira was squatting beside Andrew, teaching him how to use the touch screen remote.
"..."
Crystal pursed her lips.
After a brief pause, Crystal stepped towards the two not far away. Joseph pondered a bit and followed closely behind.
"Andrew."
Crystal walked over and called Andrew Hughes.
The moment Andrew heard her, his movements with the remote stiffened.
When Crystal called him, she usually used various nicknames alternately. When she called "Andrew Hughes," it was hell-level serious, and... calling "Andrew" was already not good.
"Mom."
Turning around, Andrew Hughes looked up at Crystal and obediently called her.
Camilo Nogueira stood up, slightly turned, his sight flitting across Crystal and Joseph, his gaze ambiguous.
Facing Camilo Nogueira’s gaze, Crystal asked, "Is Boss Nogueira very free?"
"Serving any visitor is our duty," Camilo said in an ostentatious tone.
"Oh."
Crystal didn’t respond, just replied very coldly.
She turned her head and looked at Joseph Sutton.
Joseph understood, walked up to Andrew Hughes, and crouched down slightly, "If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll teach you."
Andrew asked, "Mr. Sutton, do you know how?"
Though Joseph Sutton had known Crystal for a long time, he had only met Andrew a handful of times. Most of these were when Andrew couldn’t walk, so now Andrew felt unfamiliar around him. Crystal had even just introduced Joseph to Andrew when they met just now.
They weren’t actually familiar.
"Yes."
Joseph nodded.
"Then..." Andrew thought for a moment, gave Joseph some face for Crystal’s sake, and handed him the remote, "Thanks."
Instead of taking the remote, Joseph pulled him in front, then guided his hand with explanations.
Because Sir Sutton highly valued the development of drones, and with drones becoming widely used, every time Joseph came home, Sir Sutton would have him take a drone to play with the kids nearby. Having often interacted with kids and teenagers, Joseph was quite at ease dealing with Andrew Hughes.
On the other side, Crystal watched Andrew Hughes and Joseph Sutton, her lips curving slightly into a smile.
As for Camilo Nogueira, she assumed an attitude of "stand there if you like" without urging him, nor did she speak to him again.
Camilo Nogueira watched this scene unfold before his eyes.
"Does it have to be this way?" Camilo asked softly.
He didn’t know when he stood close, his voice falling from an angle, very near, yet still clear in the bustling background.
Crystal paused, shifted slightly to the side, discreetly creating some distance between them.
Camilo asked again, "Are you going out with him?"
"Yes."
Lowering her gaze, Crystal steadily watched Joseph, without looking at him.
With a sudden smile, Camilo said unhurriedly, "Then rest assured, I don’t have a penchant for third-wheeling."
Crystal’s eyes flickered slightly.
In the next moment, the light and shadows beside her brightened, and the man standing next to her was the first to leave.
Without moving, she caught the silhouette of Camilo Nogueira leaving from the corner of her eye. She then lowered her eyelids gently, secretly sighing with relief in her heart.
*
The two groups of people wandered around until the exhibition ended and then agreed to have dinner together.
Camilo Nogueira was not present.
In the end, Joseph Sutton drove Andrew Hughes and Crystal Hughes home, while Nora Scott and Pedro Langley went home alone.
"You can rest assured now."
As soon as she sat in the passenger seat, Nora Scott frankly told Pedro Langley.
Pedro Langley was puzzled, "What?"
Sighing lightly, Nora Scott seemed somewhat regretful, "Joseph Sutton is not interested in Crystal Hughes."
"How do you know?"
Buckling her seatbelt for her, Pedro Langley asked casually.
"After all, we grew up together," Nora Scott said, then as if thinking of something, she curled her lips, "Speaking of which, he likes someone younger than him."
"..."
Pedro Langley glanced at her casually, meaningfully.
Nora Scott added speechlessly, "The obedient type."
Pedro Langley instantly felt at ease.
"He wears those non-prescription glasses..." Pedro Langley suddenly asked, "What kind of weird habit is that?"
Reaching over, Nora Scott turned down the air conditioning a bit, "He’s too handsome, just covering it up."
"..."
This guy’s overthinking it.
Pedro Langley glanced at her sideways, "Why don’t you wear them?"
"I look pretty good with glasses too," Nora Scott replied without hesitation.
Pedro Langley: "..."
A moment later, Nora Scott laughed to herself, her smile radiant.
Pedro Langley sensed he was being teased, his lips twitching slightly.
Crossing her legs, Nora Scott took out her phone, scrolling through messages while she continued speaking, "He started school early, was young, everyone in his grade was several years older than him, and they didn’t hang out with him."
"That must have been in high school... I heard it from Michael Quinn, although he wasn’t popular among his peers, he was good-looking and did well academically, attracting a bunch of admirers from the junior high, who would often go to visit him at the high school, bringing little gifts, cards, love letters, and so on."
"He wasn’t easy to bully; some girls in the same grade tried to make fun of him and got a stern rebuttal, with no face given whatsoever. It created a grudge. Later, the girls brainstormed ways to mess with him, and not succeeding, they shifted their attention to some younger female admirers. The outcome wasn’t good."
"Those girls ended up dropping out. However, he toned down his sharpness, started wearing glasses, and his academic performance plummeted... basically going from top of the class to about the hundredth."
"Everyone thought the ’genius’ wasn’t as such, that he lacked psychological resilience. His aura faded, remaining average until the college entrance exams."
Hearing this, Pedro Langley looked at her.
Nora Scott smirked, raising her eyebrows proudly, "The city’s top scorer that year."
Pedro Langley was speechless.
Thinking of Marcus Shaw’s bizarre stunt last term, Pedro Langley couldn’t fathom, "Do you all love playing around this much?"
"It’s alright."
Nora Scott was modest.
She knew many interesting people, and among them, those excelling in their fields weren’t uncommon, but equally, these people also had a lot of eccentric moves. The more capable a person is, the more interesting they tend to be.
Although, there are also those who are stuck in the whirlpool of fame and fortune, unable to extricate themselves...
Still, they all have interesting experiences to some extent.
Pedro Langley smiled.
Only someone like Nora Scott, living so freely and easily, would make such interesting, mischief-loving friends.
"It’s me."
After reading all her WeChat messages, Nora Scott made a call.
"Master Scott."
Rosie Sullivan, who was sipping her noodle soup, almost choked on it.
Nora Scott got straight to the point, "Did you get assigned the task?"
Nora Scott had just seen Boss Alex’s WeChat message, saying that the investigation into the group who attempted to assault Oliver Scott last night had been assigned to Rosie Sullivan.
She had a good impression of this girl and, having nothing else to do in the car, directly called Rosie Sullivan to ask about the progress.
"...Ah, yes."
Rosie Sullivan responded.
Nora Scott asked, "Any progress?"
"It’s being investigated," Rosie Sullivan put down her soup, wiped her mouth, and answered seriously, "They’re repeat offenders, very cautious, evaded many cameras. The tech team compared footage and just found the car they left in. We’re looking into the license plate number now. I’ll report any progress to you immediately."
"Good."
Nora Scott slightly squinted her eyes.
Rosie Sullivan said, "Biel Hall always delivers, so rest assured."
"..."
The more she said that, the less reassuring it was.
As the Hall Master, her goodwill towards Biel Hall was just barely passing.
If it wasn’t Fenton City, not the northwest, Nora Scott surely wouldn’t have trusted Biel Hall with this matter.
