Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 300 - 197: Scamming for Elderly Care, Huh? [Part 2]

After careful selection, Nora Scott chose a grilled meat restaurant.

The restaurant wasn’t considered upscale; it was tucked away in a slightly secluded alley, but its interior was uniquely decorated, clean and tidy. The two-story building was styled with an appealing ambiance.

Nora picked this place partly because it had been open for over a decade, with materials and craftsmanship she could trust, and partly because the owner was a familiar face. She often came here to eat.

At nightfall, there were quite a few customers in the restaurant. Nora went to the second floor and was led into a private room she frequently visited.

The window in the room faced the street, a sliding window, open wide. The night breeze, with a hint of chill, seeped in, not cold, but somewhat comfortable. The noise from the street, the honking, sparsely reached her ears without seeming annoying.

Just as she sat down, Pedro Langley sent a message.

[Pedro Langley]: Stuck in traffic, I’ll be late.

She replied with an "Mmm," casually leaning back on the soft chair, fiddling with her phone.

Messages kept coming in.

Last night, Katherine Collins wanted Nora Scott’s WeChat and proactively applied to add her as a friend. Considering a hundred copies of "Little White Dove," Nora certainly didn’t refuse.

They exchanged a few polite messages yesterday, and today, as they chatted about her documentary, Katherine suddenly became talkative.

The two had been chatting intermittently for three to four hours.

Nora seldom chatted like this with people. After seeing Pedro Langley’s message, she wanted to end the conversation with Katherine Collins, but unexpectedly, she suddenly received a message, leaving Nora startled.

[Katherine Collins]: Nora, you’re the cultural advisor for "Fire," aren’t you?

The inquiry carried a certain certainty; the question mark was just a formality.

[Nora Scott]: Yes.

[Nora Scott]: Who told you?

[Katherine Collins]: I guessed.

[Katherine Collins]: During the release of "Fire," a friend mentioned that the cultural advisor had the same name as you, guessing it might be you. But you’re too mysterious in the circle, so there wasn’t any follow-up. Just now, when chatting with you, hearing you talk knowledgeably about the craftsmanship we want to film, I figured it had to be you.

Seeing such analysis, Nora narrowed her eyes slightly.

Serious, attentive, meticulous, clear in logic, and patient...

Just as Nora was contemplating, her phone vibrated again, with another message popping up.

[Katherine Collins]: Can you be our cultural advisor?

Cultural advisor?

Nora was taken aback.

At the same time—

The sound of vehicles driving below reached her ears. Nora felt something and instinctively glanced out the street, suddenly noticing a black sedan with a familiar license plate—it was Pedro Langley’s.

Her gaze shifted with the moving car, but it paused abruptly as she caught sight of two cars closely following.

She spun her phone around, picked it up, and dialed Pedro Langley’s number.

The moment the sedan found a parking spot, the call was answered.

"Have you arrived?" Nora raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Downstairs."

Her gaze shifted backward, seeing the cars trailing at the end of the alley. Her voice was calm and direct, "You’re being followed."

"Hmm." Pedro Langley’s tone was calm and steady, "Couldn’t shake them off."

From the moment he left the company, he noticed those two cars. Due to the evening rush hour traffic being heavy, and not wanting Nora to wait too long, he hadn’t managed to ditch them.

—Pedro Langley didn’t expect that the place Nora invited him for dinner would be somewhat secluded.

Nora responded with a casual sound, her voice rather nonchalant, "Ethan?"

"Probably."

Pedro Langley opened the car door and stepped out, head tilted slightly upward. His gaze, piercing through the night, precisely fell onto the window, meeting Nora’s as she looked down and out from the window.

Four eyes met.

With a slight curve at the corner of her lips, Nora tilted her chin toward him, instructing, "Stay there; don’t come up yet."

"You—"

Just as Pedro Langley started to speak, his words halted, all swallowed up by astonishment and concern.

The window was wide open, enough for one or two people to pass through. Nora, with one hand on the windowsill, leaped out directly, flipping in the air, her figure flexible and light, like a feather. Her dark hair danced in the night sky, and in the short span of a breath, she landed lightly and unharmed.

Standing up, Nora dusted off her hands, raised her brows toward Pedro Langley, a hint of faint pride lurking in her eyes.

The night breeze teased her hair and clothes, the surrounding dim light casting shadows on her, pulling out fleeting silhouettes. Beneath the night sky, she chuckled softly, like a fairy growing in the dark, seductive and charming.

"Whoa, look outside!"

"Oh my god!"

"Am I seeing things? Or is it an illusion?"

"Did that woman just jump down from the second floor?!"

...

This scene, witnessed by a few people downstairs in the grilled meat restaurant, sparked a few exclamations.

Outside.

"Come here."

Staring at her for quite a while, Pedro Langley slowly uttered these three words.