Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 736 - 464: Pedro Langley, You’re Dead. [Part 3]
Rosa Sullivan stood quietly in place, looking at the small square box made up of cardboard pieces, her mind suddenly exploding, buzzing, and even blank for a moment.
?!
Andrew Hughes, a child, spent an hour and solved the puzzle?!
How could that be possible!
In half an hour, she hadn’t found a single clue, and she even thought that even if given a whole day, she might not be able to solve this puzzle.
Just a four or five-year-old kid...
Rosa Sullivan unconsciously bit the corner of her lip, only until a sharp pain came did she let go, leaving a shallow tooth mark on her lip.
There was heat on her cheeks, Rosa was deeply ashamed, as if all the looks glancing towards her were sharper than knives, layer upon layer of pressure, making it unbearable.
She couldn’t remember being this embarrassed ever since she had memories.
She lowered her head and turned to leave.
"Sister!"
Suddenly, Andrew Hughes called out to her, then holding the cardboard-made mechanical box, he ran up to Rosa Sullivan.
He was still the same innocent and harmless look, holding up the mechanical box and handing it to Rosa, "Sister, I finished it, do you want to have a look?"
As soon as Andrew Hughes finished speaking, countless gazes swept towards Rosa Sullivan.
Perhaps because they all remembered what happened at noon, many people’s eyes began to hold peculiar expressions.
Rosa Sullivan: "..."
If this kid weren’t just four or five years old, Rosa would have suspected he was doing it on purpose.
She really disliked this pretend-good child, Rosa inwardly gritted her teeth, forced herself, and answered him patiently, "No, sister has other things to do."
"Oh."
Andrew blinked his eyes, withdrew the hand holding the mechanical box, and his expression was full of disappointment.
"What’s the harm in taking a look."
"Maybe they could even exchange pointers."
"The legendary cold goddess is truly cold."
...
The low murmurs around her reached her ears.
Rosa Sullivan: "..."
"Andrew!"
A voice rescued Rosa Sullivan.
However, in the next moment, Rosa realized something, slightly turned her head to look at the person who called Andrew – Rosie Sullivan.
Rosie Sullivan was standing not far away, with her was Nora Scott.
As soon as she looked over, Rosie’s eyes met hers, full of provocation and ridicule, her gaze sharp, with something else seemingly hidden within.
Suddenly, Rosa’s expression turned calm, icy cold.
"Sister, goodbye!"
Andrew obediently bid farewell to Rosa, turned, and picked up his little backpack, stuffing everything inside all at once, then quickly ran towards Nora and Rosie.
Sweeping over, landing on that small figure, Rosa momentarily seemed to realize something—
Is this a setup?!
Rosie had always held a grudge against the Sullivan Clan, had been at odds with her, and now, not caring about dignity, had latched onto Nora’s support, surely plotting against her. Though she’d been keeping an eye out before, she never thought—
They actually pushed out a child!
Despicable!
So, the child’s intelligence was fake, everything was just a play they orchestrated, all to make her embarrass herself in front of the crew...
Their intentions are atrocious!
With a cold glance at Rosie and Nora, Rosa straightened her back, proudly turned around, and amidst the countless murmurs and odd glances, left without changing her expression.
"Feels like she realized something, yet also misunderstood something..."
Rosie touched her chin, watching Rosa’s retreating figure, and clicked her tongue.
She added, "Seeing her stand tall and proud, she looks just like a proud princess who, even after being tormented by a villain, remains unyielding. That protagonist’s aura is truly something."
"None of them look better than me, what protagonist aura." Nora couldn’t care less.
Rosie: "..."
Silently glancing at Nora’s unrivaled beauty, Rosie nodded in agreement: The Hall Master has a point.
But...The Hall Master has a bit of a villainous personality.
In a martial arts novel, she’d be the wicked villainous overlord, the one righteous people would join forces to vanquish as soon as possible.
"Master, I finished it."
Andrew ran up to Nora, handed the mechanical box to her.
Nora took it, glanced at it casually, and handed it back, "Today your mom is cooking at home, let Marcus Shaw take you home."
Andrew blinked his eyes: "..." Had they just used him and now couldn’t wait to send him away?
"Okay."
In the end, Andrew still nodded obediently.
Anyway, no matter what, listening to the master and not making her angry, is the only way to stay close to her.
