Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 294 - 192: Heading to Fenton University, Blocked at the Dormitory

"My grandfather left all his inheritance to me, Michael Quinn might have done something..."

Laura Collins, usually calm, was a bit incoherent for once.

Nora Scott squinted slightly, her voice as calm as ever: "Take your time."

Her voice had a magical power, overly calm and steady, as if nothing was of any significance. Naturally, it soothed Laura Collins’ anxious mood.

Laura Collins paused for a moment of silence, and when she spoke again, she was much calmer, recounting what had happened today to Nora Scott.

Since Sir Collins’ passing, Laura Collins had been staying at home, and only after the funeral did she receive a call from the lawyer — Sir Collins had clearly left all his inheritance to her in the will.

These past few days, Laura Collins had been overwhelmed, busy with the inheritance transfer and dealing with troublesome relatives.

Even so, she noticed something unusual —

It was too smooth.

The lawyer her grandfather found was a renowned top lawyer in Fenton City; the relatives, who valued money more than anything, appeared somewhat fearful in their demeanor and didn’t dare to trouble her rashly.

It wasn’t until yesterday, when Laura Collins caught a breath and realized where the problem lay, that she delved deeper into these suspicions.

The results were —

The lawyer was a friend of Michael Quinn, helping on his request; during the time Sir Collins was hospitalized, Michael Quinn had frequent interactions with him; The Collins Family didn’t dare force Laura because they feared Michael Quinn...

Michael Quinn had arranged everything safely for her.

The inheritance Sir Collins left for her was enough to ensure she lived without worries for the rest of her life.

Laura Collins finally said, "I’ve tried every way, but I just can’t get in touch with him."

She had learned about the situation at dawn, and if it weren’t too late to disturb Nora Scott, she would have called her long ago. She waited until daylight, and just after six, she didn’t hesitate and immediately contacted Nora Scott.

"Hold on."

After a brief silence, Nora Scott suddenly spoke.

Ending the call, Nora Scott paused, the phone spinning twice in her palm, then dialed Joseph Sutton’s number.

No answer.

Undeterred, she made several consecutive calls, all with the same result.

A moment later, Nora Scott called Laura Collins, "Go to Fenton University."

*

At the end of March, daylight came a bit earlier.

When arriving at Fenton University’s gate, it was just seven o’clock, and Nora Scott had just driven in when she saw Laura Collins waiting outside.

Fenton University didn’t allow free access, entry, and exit required proof.

Of course, there were also exceptions like Nora Scott — who was recognized by face.

"Get in the car."

As soon as the car stopped, Nora Scott rolled down the window and called out to Laura Collins.

Laura Collins walked briskly, opened the passenger door, and got in.

"Can we get in?" Laura Collins asked.

The security guard at the east gate seemed quite fierce.

"Yes."

Nora Scott responded.

Driving to the entrance, she waved at the security guard, who nodded and let her in.

She didn’t often come to see Joseph Sutton, but Nora Scott’s face was very recognizable. After her second visit, she seemed familiar to the security guard. After a few more visits, during casual conversation, the security even treated her to snacks from the school gate.

"Do you think something might have happened to him?"

Once the car entered the campus, Laura Collins breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t help worrying about Michael Quinn.

She frowned slightly, placing a small bag on her lap, and her fingers unconsciously picked at it. Her hands were cold and pale in the morning breeze, but she was utterly unaware.

"He said a few days ago he was going on a long trip." Nora Scott’s tone remained flat and straightforward, "But all contact has been cut off."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"No."

Nora Scott answered succinctly.

Then she asked, "Are The Collins Family still bothering you?"

Laura Collins, distracted, still answered, "They don’t dare come to my door, just some cold sarcasm when we meet."

"Hmm."

Nora Scott responded indifferently.

Michael Quinn was known for being unpredictable, but once he promised something, it was quite reliable.

Privately, who knows how he might have threatened The Collins Family so that they feared stirring any bad thoughts about the huge inheritance.

Not wanting to idle, Laura Collins spent the few minutes en route chatting with Nora Scott about this and that, all inevitably revolving around Michael Quinn.

...

A few minutes later, Nora Scott drove into the dormitory area, precisely stopping in front of a particular dormitory building.

She courteously, while still in the car, tried calling Joseph Sutton once more, and after confirming there was no answer, she got out of the car.

At this time, the dormitory had long had people coming and going, and given that it was a boys’ dormitory, the sudden appearance of two eye-catching beauties immediately attracted quite a few glances and gawks.

Wait—

Where are they going?

Under many watchful eyes, Nora Scott casually approached the entrance of the dormitory building, her hand in her pocket, as if no one else existed.

With an aloof and proud demeanor, her fierce aura was exposed to the air, complementing that exceptionally beautiful face. As she stood at the entrance, even the most dedicated students couldn’t help but glance at her twice.

Especially as her gaze swept around, her eyes like daggers, capable of lifting people’s skulls.

Both beautiful and bold.

Her aura reached 2.8 meters, warding off anyone from approaching, quietly admired from afar, instinctively leaving two meters of distance.

"Hey, student."

Once she was stationary, Nora Scott glanced inside, then spoke out to stop a young man who had just stepped out.

The young man was too focused, muttering words when suddenly a cool female voice stopped him, making his eyelids twitch, halting unconsciously, and looked over in confusion.

In the next moment, a tall silhouette entered his field of vision, slim and neat, with skin like ice and jade bones, her beauty astounding, just one glance made his mind go blank for a moment, inhaling sharply.

What words, what English, whatever that was, he had already forgotten.

"Can you spare a few minutes?" Nora Scott voiced again, asking.

"..."

The young man didn’t speak but nervously and blankly stared at her, nodding stiffly.

"I’m looking for Joseph Sutton," Nora Scott remarked lightly, raising an eyebrow. In her slightly lowered voice, there was an indistinguishable hint of fierceness, "Let him know, if he doesn’t come down within ten minutes, I’ll go upstairs personally to get him. I do what I say."

"Who are you looking for?"

Once the young man spoke, his speech was not fluent.

"Joseph Sutton," Nora Scott repeated word by word.

No worries about them not knowing Joseph Sutton.

At Fenton University, there are indeed many geniuses. It’s rare to see someone like Joseph Sutton, who, before graduation, was already recognized as the top in his field.

His fame is so great that even a random freshman might be able to describe him in detail.

"...Oh, him." The young man’s mind turned a corner, finally reconnecting the broken nerves.

After staring blankly for another two seconds, the young man finally exhaled softly, nodding as he recovered from the continuous shock, "I’ll go immediately."

Saying that, he dashed inside.

"..."

More and more eyes beside them focused on Nora Scott and Laura Collins.

Laura Collins, preoccupied with Michael Quinn, noticed nothing; Nora Scott, mentally strong, found such encounters unremarkable.

The calmer they were, the more agitated the observers became.

Unbelievable!

The renowned, emotionally independent Joseph Sutton had actually attracted some romantic trouble outside!

Not just one!

Moreover, each one was prettier than the next, the one standing at the entrance could be described as a Heavenly Immortal descending!

Gossip is part of human nature, even immersed in academia, it cannot be completely eradicated. Especially when it’s two beauties on one side and a school leader on the other, such rare events are seldom seen in a lifetime. Thus, sensing something unusual, the students spontaneously stopped, pretending to pass by, wait for someone, make phone calls, and all sorts of other pretenses, only to find a suitable reason to stay nearby and watch the aftermath.

"Is he in the dormitory?"

Laura Collins belatedly remembered this question.

Not answering the phone may not be intentional;

Although he is a student, he may not necessarily be at school.

"He is."

Nora Scott uttered a word decisively, beyond doubt.

After all, since they grew up together, she naturally understood Joseph Sutton’s behavior.

Unless he was on a business trip or research, he would either be at school or at home. At school, it was usually the dormitory, canteen, and classroom forming a triangle, with the canteen and classroom easily accessible, only the dormitory posing some difficulty.

—Moreover, she thought, Joseph Sutton should have mentally prepared.

In less than ten minutes, Joseph Sutton appeared at the entrance of the dormitory building.

His arrival provoked numerous gazes and astonished looks.

He wasn’t wearing glasses.

Ordinarily, Joseph Sutton dressed inconspicuously, wearing glasses with a heavy black frame that made him look academic, but simultaneously concealed much of his own brilliance.

With the glasses off, his original appearance was fully revealed, looking handsome with artistically defined features, a high nose, thin lips, and an elegantly refined aura slightly triumphing over his bookish demeanor. His soft short hair was a bit messy, with some strands sticking up, less neat than usual.

He wore black clothes and pants, his jacket was open, revealing a white shirt underneath, with a few buttons undone at the collar, exposing his throat and collarbones, giving off an aristocratic, ascetic air.

The contrast with his usual demeanor was striking.

Nora Scott appraised him leisurely, "You were in such a rush you forgot your glasses?"

Upon hearing this, Joseph Sutton instinctively reached to adjust his glasses, finding nothing there, pausing before calmly retrieving his hand.

He wasn’t nearsighted, and the lenses of the glasses he wore routinely were flat. He wore them because of some youthful incidents, purely to avoid trouble.

Without responding to Nora Scott, Joseph Sutton stepped out of the entrance, his gaze briefly lingering on Laura Collins, then spoke directly, "He went out to play."