Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 737 - 464: Pedro Langley, You’re Dead.

Nora had a scene to film in the evening. She waved her hand and let Marcus come over to pick up Andrew.

When Marcus approached, Nora and Rosie had already left.

He reached out to Andrew.

Andrew held onto the Mechanical Box with his left hand and placed his right hand on Marcus’s hand.

Having been "working" all day, Andrew’s hands were dirty, which made Marcus, who had a slight tendency towards cleanliness, frown lightly. Still, Marcus didn’t mind and held onto Andrew’s hand.

At the same moment, Andrew collected his obedient and innocent demeanor, putting on a cool expression and reverting to the little cool guy that children usually didn’t like.

"Being a disciple is exhausting."

Andrew spoke in a tone that matched his thoughts, like a little adult.

Marcus remained expressionless: "Then rebel against your master."

Andrew answered earnestly: "Master said betraying him would bring consequences."

"..."

"Where’s Oliver?"

"He went home."

"To his own home?"

"Mm."

Andrew nodded and asked again: "So, have you been getting along better with your master lately?"

"..."

Marcus was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed into the distance. When Andrew thought he wouldn’t speak as usual, he suddenly heard Marcus say, "I don’t know."

Andrew lifted his head, swinging Marcus’s hand, "I think it’s much better."

Marcus looked down at him.

"You need to have confidence," Andrew said encouragingly, with bright eyes.

"..."

"Marcus!"

Andrew emphasized, calling out to him.

"..."

Andrew tugged his hand downwards, "Crouch down."

After a moment of silence, Marcus sighed and turned sideways, crouching down before Andrew.

Andrew took off his backpack, opened it, put the Mechanical Box inside, and then reached out with both hands, poking the corners of Marcus’s lips upward with his fingers.

He spoke sincerely:

"Marcus, cheer up. You have a sister now, your own. You won’t be alone anymore!"

"Master likes people who smile; he surely likes it when you smile too."

"You should treat her better."

This child talked with clear articulation, every word pronounced distinctly, but his childish tone made it somewhat amusing to hear.

Marcus was slightly startled.

For a long time, he said nothing, reaching out to pat Andrew’s head, then stood up and took his hand again, walking forward.

"Did you hear me?"

Andrew followed him with his short legs, asking with a worried expression.

"I heard you."

"Treat the master better."

"Mm."

"Smile more."

"Mm."

...

The sunset cast its glow on them, one tall, one short, their shadows stretched long as they walked further away.

*

After Andrew’s blow, Rosa adjusted herself in just one night. The next day she acted as usual, as if those embarrassing scenes hadn’t affected her.

At least, that’s how it appeared.

However, her "as if it never happened" did not mean others would choose to selectively forget.

The days of filming are dull, numerous things are happening, and busy. The work hours are irregular, requiring a vent, and yesterday’s event seemed to be the topic for idle enjoyment, with people occasionally bringing it up.

This matter was like a thorn, occasionally pricking at Rosa’s heart.

The mastermind behind the scenes, Nora herself, acted as if she knew nothing, turning a blind eye to the situation.

After all—

Today was Luna’s day to meet Pedro.

Actually, Luna wanted to meet Pedro yesterday, but Pedro was busy and refused. Today, finding some time and knowing Katherine would be in the crew, Pedro used "visiting Katherine" as an excuse to meet Luna, arranging the meeting at First Affiliated High School.

—Mainly to reassure Nora under her watchful eye.

Nora lay on the corridor railing, with an ice pop in her mouth, staring disdainfully at a man and woman under the tree.

"Scoundrels."

Crunching a piece of ice, Nora held the ice pop stick, grumbling. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Marcus happened to pass by and heard Nora’s words, casting a curious glance at her—

This was probably a woman’s nature.

Clearly, she had instructed Pedro to get close to Luna. Upon seeing it with her own eyes, she had to be upset and jealous, as if Pedro was clandestinely involved with Luna.

"Come over."

Spotting Marcus from the corner of her eye, Nora raised her hand, gesturing for him to come.

Initially intending to head straight to the classroom behind her, Marcus turned back when he heard her, obediently walking to Nora’s side.

Nora attempted to place her hand on his shoulder, but upon lifting it, realized the height was off.

She paused, straightened up, and glanced sideways at him, measuring him carefully.

"Wearing height inserts?" she asked in surprise.

"...Grew taller."

Marcus responded, slightly twitching his mouth, feeling a bit speechless.

At that moment, Oliver, from the laboratory, poked his head out, a smile in his eyes: "Sis, did you notice I’ve grown taller too?"

"...You told me just a couple of days ago."

Nora glanced at him leisurely.

These two teens were already quite tall, and yet they were still growing, shooting up several centimeters in half a year’s time. Nora watched as the height difference between them grew, feeling only envy and admiration.

"Oh."

Oliver recalled, smiled, and scratched his head.

Turning around, leaning back against the railing, Nora holding the ice pop, asked Marcus casually, "Having studied with Loxley for a few days, how does it feel?"

After pondering a moment, Marcus nodded slightly, "Alright."

"Loxley is too harsh. Brother’s covered in bruises, likely will have to wear long sleeves in a couple of days—"

Oliver leaned against the doorway, adding more information, but understanding Marcus’s warning glance, wisely swallowed his words.

"A few minor injuries are normal," Nora said calmly. "But, it’s just to strengthen your body a bit, teach some self-defense, unnecessary to take it all on."

Marcus pursed his lips lightly, not speaking.

Though Oliver, with his talkative nature, couldn’t help but ask, "Sis, were you like this when learning martial arts?"

"Pretty much."

Nora replied casually.

When she began learning martial arts, her master had taught her for three days before leaving for work, gone for two months, the whole summer vacation. She learned under the guidance of the junior master sister.

The junior master sister cherished and spoiled her, so—

There was always an abundance of medicine and bandages ready before going all out, to treat her promptly.

The junior master sister had a unique experience, particularly harsh on herself. Similarly, discerning Nora’s true nature, she was also very strict with her.

The junior master sister predicted Nora would likely develop into someone constantly stirring trouble, avoiding an ordinary life. But mere talent and skills were not enough when venturing outside; it depended on having a formidable strength, so whatever Nora would aim for, she needed to pass the test of strength first and foremost.

Hence, the junior master sister trained her intensely from the start.

Nora, being determined, refused to lose in fights, forging her skills through relentless practice.

"That must hurt a lot," Oliver wondered.

Nora shrugged: "Knowing the joy of hitting, makes you forget the pain."

Oliver: "..." As a straight-laced, excellent student, he couldn’t quite comprehend that mindset.

Nora raised an eyebrow, asking Marcus, "When will you bring the girl out for a chat?"

Marcus considered and asked back, "What time do you need?"

"Tonight."

The night is long and prone to dreams.

Who knows if Max might also overdose and end up dead on the streets.

Oliver secretly murmured: Not bringing him along again.

However, being aware that Max was connected to Aaron Scott, and neither dealt with honorable matters, Oliver, as a grandson, felt embarrassed to join in, silently withdrawing his head, disappearing from the laboratory door.

Marcus acknowledged with a nod, agreeing.

Nora finished the last bite of the ice pop, casually tossed the stick into the trash, then turned, sweeping her gaze downward.

Her gaze halted.

——Pedro, you’re dead.