Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 641 - 389: Nora Scott: Are Guys This Fake Too?
"It’s you."
Marshall Ferreira’s expression turned cold.
Nora Scott.
Although they had only met briefly outside the clubhouse, Marshall had heard plenty of rumors about Nora. Plus, due to her unique profession, searching online revealed countless pictures of her, making her easy to recognize at a glance.
"Quite the moves you’ve got there." Nora crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the wall, her eyes slightly lifting with a lazy and relaxed demeanor, yet her words were sharp, "Are guys this bitchy too?"
"..."
Marshall froze.
???
Bitchy?
This word, weighing on him, had such a strong impact that it shocked him to his core, nearly making him explode and start tearing into Nora on the spot.
Always able to control his emotions, at this moment, Marshall felt his composure crumble.
"What do you mean by that?"
His facade of hypocrisy ripped away, Marshall was cloaked with ice shard-like sternness, sparks flickering in the depths of his eyes.
Tilting her head slightly, Nora chuckled, "Can’t understand?"
"You!"
Marshall’s eyes turned slightly red.
With a cold grin on her lips, Nora took a half-step forward, suddenly stomping down, hitting his knee hard. Marshall immediately kneeled down, barely managing to hold himself up before fully succumbing to the ground.
Then, he suddenly stood up, clenching his fist and swung it at Nora, "Are you sick?!"
After shouting, his hand froze in mid-air.
Extending her hand, Nora grasped his wrist, not even frowning, seemingly effortlessly rendering him motionless.
Marshall exerted strength in secret.
Yet, it didn’t budge an inch.
He took a deep breath, glaring at Nora, then, from the corner of his eye, sweeping toward the camera operating nearby.
"Monitoring?"
Letting go of his hand, Nora’s smile was faint as she spoke out his current thought.
She said, "Unlucky for you, I made a call before coming here. The surveillance will automatically be deleted after we leave, and no one can touch it."
"..."
Marshall’s lips tightened into a straight line.
After a while, he asked, "What do you want?"
Nora replied, "I want you to compete properly."
A flicker of surprise flashed in Marshall’s eyes.
?
Not a warning?
Nora scoffed, "After putting in so much effort, if you can get first place, I might have some respect for you, call you brave and smart. But if you can’t even get first, then you’re just trash."
"..."
Marshall’s face turned slightly pale.
After throwing those words, Nora turned and left, not wasting any more time with him.
In place.
Marshall stood there in a daze, an indescribable storm of emotions churning in his eyes, a mix of depression and anger intertwining.
"Captain Ferreira! The competition is about to start!"
Someone called out to Marshall.
Marshall snapped back to reality.
"Coming."
He swept his gaze around, regaining his usual calmness, his voice steady and composed.
Only after the other person left did he slowly begin to move, and just as he stepped out, the intense pain in his knee made him stagger. After a while, he bent over to rub his knee, letting out a hiss with a grim expression, before straightening up, walking with steady and upright steps.
*
As soon as Nora returned to her previous seat, she received a call from Pedro Langley.
She popped in a Bluetooth earbud.
"Deleted."
Pedro’s words were brief and to the point.
"Mm."
Nora lazily responded.
Though she hadn’t interacted much with Marshall, based on his numerous actions, she could tell he was definitely a seasoned manipulative type, so before approaching Marshall, Nora had called Pedro to handle the surveillance issue.
——To prevent Marshall from accessing the surveillance later and using it as leverage.
In the Martial World, when it comes to leverage, Nora has experience.
Pedro Langley’s Victor Technology is one of the organizers, with connections here, deleting a segment of surveillance was a piece of cake.
"I thought you weren’t going to get involved?" Pedro asked with a chuckle.
"His bitchiness was unbearable," Nora said bluntly, "I just gave him a little warning, I didn’t do anything to him."
"..."
Just saying a few words wouldn’t require him to delete surveillance. Knowing Nora’s temper, she definitely moved in on him.
After all, she’s straightforward, without any tactfulness.
Reluctant to express what he really felt, Pedro shifted the topic, "What time does the competition end?"
"Around five or six, they have three rounds."
First round, eight to four.
Second round, four to two.
Third round decides first and second place.
They’ll have three to four hours of break in between to adjust the Mecha’s condition.
However, generally, no one dares to say "three rounds," they just strive to pass the first round.
Nora Scott’s declaration unmistakably showed her confidence that Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott’s mechas would take the top two places.
No, wait—
Judging by Nora Scott’s tone, she likely believed they’d win first place.
Pedro Langley detected the arrogance hidden in her words and couldn’t help but laugh, "So you’ve already made up your mind, huh?"
"We have the strength."
Nora Scott was quite proud.
Pedro Langley: "What does that have to do with you?"
"...Blood relation."
After pondering for a while, Nora Scott slowly replied, forcibly tying the relations together.
Pedro Langley: "..." I suppose that’s the only connection.
She had only seen Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott’s mechas once in the arena.
"Do you need a reminder?"
"No need."
"..."
Pedro Langley was at a loss for words.
Nora Scott leaned back, crossed her legs, and nonchalantly said, "Are you just trying to say that Marshall Ferreira’s mecha strength isn’t bad either?"
"Camilo Nogueira said that."
Pedro Langley cleverly distanced himself from the comment.
However, he added, "In the competition, there’s a possibility that the mecha could be damaged. Oliver Scott’s hand is injured, so he can’t operate it himself; their team is relying only on Marcus Shaw. If the mecha gets damaged and the repair isn’t effective, its performance will significantly suffer during the match."
"Oh."
Nora Scott simply acknowledged it without much reaction.
She didn’t have many strong points, but good mental fortitude was one of them.
Pedro Langley asked, "Need any help?"
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "What kind of help can you offer?"
At the high age of 28, disguising himself as a high school student to compete with Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw might be a bit challenging for Pedro Langley.
"Do you know what parts need to be fixed if they’re damaged?" Pedro Langley asked.
"Replace the parts."
Nora Scott said concisely.
Then, she instructed Pedro Langley, "Wait a moment."
She hung up the phone, then ended Pedro’s call, and sent a message to Oliver Scott in the arena.
Since Oliver Scott was injured, after making an appearance, he remained in a resting state, idling on the side.
Oliver Scott quickly replied to Nora Scott’s message.
A few minutes later, Nora Scott called Pedro Langley again and sent him a list.
With the end of this call, the competition officially began.
The mecha commentary was extremely exciting. As soon as the big screen was displayed, the audience felt as though they were in the arena. Even the students and parents who came for the students found themselves engrossed, watching the match intently, occasionally breaking into a cold sweat at critical moments, their nerves taut.
Nora Scott was different, she only had her eyes fixed on the "Golden Lightning" from the First Affiliated High School.
Having already spoken with Marshall Ferreira, if something unexpected happened now—
Dammit.
Nora Scott couldn’t help but curse in her mind.
The team from First Affiliated High School facing "Golden Lightning" in the actual competition, Marshall Ferreira met the captain of that team privately for half a minute before the match started, and when the two mechas began the competition, the team from Affiliated Middle School, knowing they couldn’t win, started maliciously damaging the Golden Lightning, using a "kill two hundred, self-damage one thousand" approach, forcibly creating two breaches in Golden Lightning.
The match ended without suspense.
Golden Lightning emerged victorious.
Below the stage.
Marshall Ferreira, knowing where Nora Scott was seated, glanced in her direction when he led his team onto the field, his gaze tinged with provocation.
Damn.
Originally only suspicious, that one look assured her.
Sneaky enough.
Cheap enough.
Sly enough. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Nora Scott squinted her eyes, calmly sitting there, letting this grasshopper act out.
...
In the first round, the four teams were directly monopolized by First Affiliated High School and Third Affiliated High School.
The other four schools were eliminated, and the bleachers’ population shrank considerably, with many students and parents leaving despondently.
During the maintenance break, Oliver Scott sent Nora Scott two messages.
[The mecha doesn’t have major issues for now, big bro’s operation is incredible, avoiding most of the hostile attacks.]
[We should be facing Marshall Ferreira’s team in the finals.]
Nora Scott didn’t say much, she only advised—
[You need to be even more cautious in the next match.]
After a long while, Oliver Scott replied with a simple "Okay."
In the next match, they faced another team from the Third Middle School. It was apparent that this team couldn’t stand against the "Golden Lightning."
If Marshall could collaborate with the Affiliated Middle School team, there’s even less to be said about his own school’s team.
They would definitely clash head-on, with the goal of destroying "Golden Lightning."
...
Indeed, such a sly prediction was spot on.
Marshall Ferreira really was adept at taking shortcuts.
As soon as the second round began, the team from Third Affiliated Middle School recklessly confronted Golden Lightning, their mecha had exceptionally strong destructive power, and they had carefully studied Golden Lightning’s attack patterns. In a minute-long stalemate, Golden Lightning’s outer shell was directly damaged, and it was hard to tell the extent of the internal component damage.
In the end, Marcus Shaw relied on skilled maneuvers to directly attack the opponent’s focal point, causing the opponent’s mecha to emit smoke on the spot, prematurely ending the battle, thereby preventing further damage to Golden Lightning.
