Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 639 - 387: Villains All Around

After confirming Nora Scott’s thoughts, Rosie Sullivan didn’t say a word and nodded to comply.

"Oh, by the way—"

Nora Scott suddenly remembered something, and her finger tapped her forehead.

Rosie Sullivan respectfully asked, "Master Scott, is there anything else you’d like to instruct?"

"To convene an elder meeting, should we first send out invitations?" asked Nora Scott, who was not very familiar with the hall rules.

"Yes," Rosie Sullivan replied. "The elders of Biel Hall are scattered all over. Except for the annual gathering, they usually won’t come together. If there’s an urgent matter and you want to convene an elder meeting, you need to send invitations to the elders across various places two months in advance."

After explaining, Rosie Sullivan realized something, "Master Scott, do you want to convene an elder meeting?"

"Mm." Nora Scott ordered in a mild voice, "Inform Barton Mansfield and Amy Mansfield that the elder meeting will be held in September; you coordinate the timing. The location..."

After a slight hesitation, Nora Scott gave the address of her Mechanism Villa at West Xiang One.

A couple of days ago, Fátima contacted Nora Scott, saying she recently found some free time, and the "hall rules" matter could be scheduled. By the end of August at the latest, she would hand over a detailed and complete set of hall rules to Nora Scott.

Nora Scott never doubted Fátima’s ability to get things done.

Since Fátima said she could have it done by the end of August, then she certainly wouldn’t delay it until September.

Since the "hall rules" matter was settled, the next step would be preparing for their "implementation."

Nora Scott found it hard to communicate with those stubborn old folks; reasoning didn’t work, so she could only play hardball...

For "negotiations," her idle Mechanism Villa would naturally be the best place.

—Make sure this group of old guys gets tormented half to death.

Noting down the time and address given by Nora Scott, Rosie Sullivan replied without hesitation, "Alright. I’ll contact Barton Mansfield and Amy Mansfield immediately."

"Mm."

Nora Scott hung up the phone.

*

Fernwood Entertainment.

"It’s obvious she didn’t mean it. I didn’t expose her on the spot because I was afraid she’d lose her temper."

The phone lay on the desk, in call mode, with the speaker on, and Camilo Nogueira’s calm voice came through.

He was referring to Crystal Hughes pulling Joseph Sutton into acting.

"Mm."

Pedro Langley, who was idly chatting while working, was handling the conversation as if it were a part of his job, appearing very indifferent.

"I asked her leader; either they didn’t know, or they kept their mouths shut, unable to get a word about her private affairs," Camilo Nogueira said.

People working at Fenton City TV Station, especially those with senior experience, each have a bigger ego, and if they don’t want to tell you, it doesn’t matter who you are; they won’t open up.

In a way, Crystal Hughes’s dream also came true—

She studied journalism at university, and the reporter she most admired back then is now her direct superior.

"No can do."

Understanding Camilo Nogueira’s roundabout hint, Pedro Langley refused outright.

If he were to relay information from Nora Scott to Camilo Nogueira, and if Nora found out... things had only just smoothed out on his end; he didn’t want a second round of cold war.

"Whipped."

"Lovingly so."

Pedro Langley was unfazed and even responded with a heavy blow.

Camilo Nogueira: "..."

Feeling a bit sorry for him, Pedro Langley thought for a moment, then gave a suitable suggestion, "You could look at it from another angle."

"Hmm?"

"The reason she broke up with you is still a mystery."

"... Incompatibility, too many arguments, and we broke up."

"My girlfriend’s friend pursued you for half a year. It’s impossible for her to break up unreasonably," Pedro Langley asserted. "There must be another reason."

"Still praising your girlfriend at this time?" Camilo Nogueira was incredulous.

"The people she associates with are never ordinary," Pedro Langley said matter-of-factly. "You’ve always told yourself that Crystal Hughes was just special because she was your first love, nothing different from your other women. But you haven’t even noticed that the women you’ve dated over the years all bear some resemblance to her. Also, the commonality is that you’re always the one who gets dumped. You’re not invested in them at all."

This was a conclusion Pedro Langley came to after seeing Crystal Hughes.

They used to just think that Camilo Nogueira liked that type and didn’t give it much thought.

Camilo Nogueira didn’t respond.

"Face it. Either be alone for life, or make do with someone for the rest of your days," Pedro Langley said. "You’re hopeless."

For reasons unknown, Camilo Nogueira hung up the phone abruptly.

Pedro Langley glanced at the phone but didn’t care and continued with his work.

*

Weekend.

Like last time, Nora Scott took Marcus Shaw to the club for the competition. The only difference was that previously slow and unhurried, she left an hour early this time to swing by the hospital and pick up Oliver Scott, who was supposed to be discharged today.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Oliver Scott had already handled all the discharge procedures himself and was waiting at the hospital entrance.

Once the car stopped, Oliver Scott promptly stepped forward, opened the backseat door, and got inside.

Marcus Shaw, who was playing a game, took a moment to glance at Oliver Scott, then fixed his gaze on him, with a rather odd expression.

"What’s with that look?"

Oliver Scott was made uncomfortable by his gaze.

With his gaze lingering on Oliver’s plastered right hand, Marcus Shaw’s eyes flickered slightly, and he leisurely remarked, "Strangely good-looking."

Oliver Scott: "..."

Nora Scott hadn’t paid attention at first, but hearing their conversation, she looked back, and with that glance, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

The handsome young man was still the handsome young man.

Even with an injury, his charm was still intact.

But—

The various doodles on the bandage around his right elbow were quite interesting.

"Being in the hospital is boring for sure, it’s good to find something to do." Nora Scott commented.

"Sis!"

Oliver Scott called out helplessly.

Nora Scott looked away and continued driving.

"These weren’t drawn by me, they were done by a kid in the next ward." Oliver Scott explained, speechless.

"Oh."

"Oh."

Marcus Shaw and Nora Scott both responded.

However, the sense of teasing and amusement remained undissipated.

Oliver Scott: "..."

After a while, Marcus Shaw suddenly asked, "Are you going to take those doodles to the scene?"

"..."

Oliver Scott glanced at the childish doodles on the bandage, and the thought of teammates, opponents, and organizers all eyeing them sent a shiver down his spine.

As the team captain, he didn’t feel majestic at all.

"Sis!"

Oliver Scott looked forward, his tone filled with a plea for help.

"Can’t save it."

Nora Scott was a comic artist, but not an artist with the skill to turn doodles into masterpieces.

After a brief pause, seeing Oliver Scott’s droopy look in the rearview mirror, she chuckled softly and comforted him, "It’s pretty nice that the left hand is drawn like that."

"It’s really not drawn by me..." Oliver Scott scratched his head, feeling wronged.

Seeing him so pitiful, Nora Scott suddenly asked Marcus Shaw, "Did you bring the school uniform?"

"Yeah."

Marcus Shaw nodded.

Nora Scott said, "Put it on him after we get out of the car." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Okay."

Marcus Shaw agreed.

Putting on the school uniform to cover it up a bit was actually a good idea. Although it wasn’t foolproof, covering it up was better than letting everyone see the doodles openly.

At ten minutes to nine, Nora Scott skillfully parked the car, and with Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, arrived at the entrance of the venue.

Due to the elimination of most teams in the last round, only eight teams came to participate in the second round, clearly fewer than the number half a month ago.

Outside the venue entrance was a vast space, not enough to accommodate the eight teams.

And this time, the gathering points for the Third Middle School and the Affiliated Middle School were right next to each other.

As the three approached, they stirred quite a commotion.

Some recognized Nora Scott, others were curious about Marcus Shaw, and most knew Oliver Scott but were surprised by his injuries...

"What’s up with Oliver Scott?"

"Did he get in a car accident or a fight?"

"I have a middle school classmate studying at the Affiliated Middle School who said Oliver Scott took a week off from school. I thought it was a joke, but it turns out to be true."

...

The discussions grew louder.

At this moment—

A figure from the Third Middle School came out, shouting carelessly at Oliver Scott, "Oliver Scott, what happened to your hand?"

At the sound, the three’s steps all paused.

Six eyes swept over simultaneously.

In late June, the weather was hot, the sun blazing, and it was already scorching just standing out there. Yet, as those gazes swept over, Harlen Johnson froze, shivering unexpectedly, feeling as if cold winds were piercing into his bones.

Damn.

What’s the meaning of this!

He just asked a question, why did it feel like they were about to eat him alive?!

Damn, the whole gang looks like villains!

Hey, wait—

A few seconds later, Harlen Johnson slowly realized.

These three weren’t looking at him, but rather ignoring him entirely and looking past him, directing their gaze behind him.

Harlen Johnson was slightly startled, then instinctively turned sideways to look behind him.

Behind him stood Marshall Ferreira.

Marshall Ferreira was taken aback by the intense stares, which bore an unrelenting murderous intent.

He furrowed his brows slightly.

His plan was flawless, and the group he hired succeeded in escaping; he shouldn’t have been discovered.

Those looks from the three of them...

What do they mean?

Are they pinning the blame for "Oliver Scott’s intended major being leaked to the Ferreira Family" on him?

Thinking of this, Marshall Ferreira found it convincing and gradually calmed down.

He stepped past Harlen Johnson and headed straight towards Oliver Scott, as usual, completely ignoring Nora Scott and Marcus Shaw.

"Oliver," Marshall Ferreira smiled politely, his tone of concern just right, "I heard you got into a fight and ended up in the hospital. I thought you might not make it. Is the injury not too serious?"