Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 646 - 394: Miguel Smith’s Father

Benjamin Durant is quite the drama queen.

Dressed casually, he followed Humphrey Jennings in, but took on the role of an assistant, handing over knives and serving bowls, moving swiftly and cooperating seamlessly with Humphrey Jennings.

He claimed he was just saying hello, but he only occasionally made eye contact with Nora Scott and gave her a smile without approaching.

"Hey beautiful, give it a try."

The assistant beamed as he wrapped a piece of roast duck and eagerly offered it to Nora Scott at just the right warmth.

"..."

There were many eyes at the table quietly observing.

This assistant who likes to add personal touches, should he be fired from such a large restaurant?

"Did you even help with the wrapping?" Oliver Scott saw this, his eyes brimming with a warm smile, leaned back, and teased, "Give me a piece."

"Your hand—"

Benjamin Durant was just about to snap back at him.

As a result, as soon as he glanced over, he saw Oliver Scott’s hand in a sling, and immediately stopped himself.

Raising an eyebrow, Benjamin Durant asked with interest, "What happened to your hand?"

"Took a fall."

Oliver Scott casually brushed it off, not telling the truth.

"...Oh."

Benjamin Durant nodded.

Then, raising an eyebrow, he looked at Marcus Shaw: "Let your brother help you, I’m busy."

Everyone: "..."

So they’re acquaintances?

Saying he was busy, Benjamin Durant turned around and began wrapping roast duck for Nora Scott again.

For Benjamin Durant, making food involves providing a service, and seeing the customer’s satisfaction is the ultimate goal. So, don’t be fooled by his usual high-handedness, having everything handed to him, living extravagantly, and being unwilling to even peel an egg. However, once faced with food, it’s like he becomes a different person.

Let alone personally wrapping duck meat for you, even feeding you is not out of the question.

Of course—

It depends on who it is.

"Chasing after your sister?"

Steve Singleton, sitting next to Oliver Scott, leaned over.

Oliver Scott explained: "No, he’s a friend of my sister’s."

"A friend so attentive?" Steve Singleton found it hard to believe.

Initially, he thought Benjamin Durant was just an assistant, but now, knowing he’s familiar with Nora, Oliver, and Marcus and is dressed casually, he doesn’t look like the staff. Coupling that with the "on the house" Nora mentioned, any sharp-eyed person would guess—this person must hold a high position at the restaurant.

Either the manager or senior management.

After mulling for a moment, Oliver Scott replied, "He’s my sister’s junior."

Master-disciple relationship... probably just a generational difference.

"..." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Steve Singleton understood.

*

The roast duck was a new product, freshly prepared with two ducks in two flavors, all cut in front of them by Humphrey Jennings.

Benjamin Durant was in charge of wrapping the duck for Nora Scott, but after only trying a few pieces, Nora lost interest, leaving him behind, with the last piece directly stuffed into Oliver Scott’s mouth by Benjamin Durant.

Oliver Scott: "..."

Can you Martial World people stop being so rough?

After Oliver Scott’s repeated requests, Marcus Shaw finally wrapped a piece of duck for him, but once it was done, Marcus glanced over to see Oliver was already enjoying eating, so under Oliver’s gaze, Marcus popped it into his own mouth.

Oliver Scott was speechless.

...

After Humphrey Jennings was done, having nothing left to do, he gave a slight nod to Nora Scott and left with a pack of cigarettes.

Benjamin Durant followed closely behind.

As the door to the private room closed, Glenn Flynn, who had not spoken a word, suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at the fleeting figure at the door.

Benjamin Durant.

The young master of the Durant Family.

Such an ostentatious, domineering playboy, appearing as a chef and assistant at the Virtue Retreat... Recalling the rumors "the owner of Virtue Retreat is named Durant," Glenn Flynn could guess seven to eight parts of it.

No wonder.

*

The quality of the dishes at Virtue Retreat is unquestionable, especially when the owner is present in the restaurant. Every dish served is delectable beyond belief, making one almost wish they could swallow their tongue.

With his left hand holding a spoon, Oliver Scott found it inconvenient to eat, relying entirely on Marcus Shaw and Steve Singleton on either side. Steve was a considerate buddy, picking whatever he wanted to eat for him, while Marcus seemed to think he was a bit too picky, giving him all his dislikes, throwing them onto his plate.

Oliver Scott, raised not to waste food: "..."

For heaven’s sake.

When will his hand get better?

Seeing this scene, Nora Scott couldn’t help but laugh.

During the meal, Nora Scott’s phone buzzed, revealing the caller ID, prompting her to leave the table and take the call in the hallway.

"What’s up?"

Nora Scott asked directly.

The call was from Rosie Sullivan.

"Master Scott, I’ve got news on Sophie Scott that you wanted to find out about earlier," Rosie Sullivan said. "Because I’ve been observing for two days, I’m only reporting to you now."

"Go on."

"She’s unaware of being photographed, and everything seems to be handled by her boyfriend behind the scenes. Also, her relationship status is not public, and her friends and roommates are unaware of it. I have a few photos of her boyfriend picking her up, but not a clear face. According to the investigator, he’s quite vigilant."

After reporting, Rosie Sullivan asked, "Do you need a detailed investigation on Sophie Scott’s boyfriend?"

After a brief contemplation, Nora Scott calmed her brow and provided an answer: "Not for now."

Since he’s just a boyfriend and there are no other miscellaneous relationships, there’s no need to pay too much attention.

Nora Scott is cautious in her work, preferring to eliminate potential dangers, but she doesn’t go so far as to suspect shadows at every turn.

"Got it."

Rosie Sullivan responded obediently.

Then she added, "The invitations are being arranged and should be sent out by the end of the month at the latest."

"Okay."

Agreeing until this point, she suddenly heard someone in the background calling Rosie Sullivan, and they chatted briefly.

"Master Scott, something’s come up here, do you have any other instructions?" Rosie Sullivan asked in a lowered voice.

"No, go ahead."

"Okay."

As Nora Scott hung up the call, she vaguely seemed to hear the words "Welcome to Virtue Retreat" from the receiver. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if it was reality or an illusion. Her brow furrowed slightly, and the call had ended.

At that moment—

"Mr. Smith, this way please—"

Benjamin Durant’s deliberately composed voice came through.

Turning around, Nora Scott saw Benjamin Durant and another familiar figure.

Mr. Smith.