Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 328 - 209: Pedro Langley Is a Scumbag [Part 2]_3

"..."

Benjamin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood from the slander.

Bewitched!

His uncle must be bewitched!

That bastard Pedro Langley, I have to tear off this scoundrel’s careful disguise, reveal his filthy and disgusting nature, and let my naïve uncle have a good look!

Suppressing his grievances, Benjamin complained theatrically, "Uncle, speaking for another man, you’re not cool at all."

Nora Scott shot him a warning look and said, "If you’re that free, go investigate Black Snake."

Benjamin smiled, nodding vigorously, "Investigate, investigate, I’ll do it right away."

Might as well investigate Pedro Langley inside out!

*

Afternoon, Tofu Shop.

After the limited availability of sweet tofu pudding was sold out, there were basically no customers in the shop.

Benjamin sat at the table by the window, with a laptop open, his eyes browsing the computer screen. As he looked, he suddenly got furious, slapping the table with a "bang, bang" sound.

Like he was having a seizure.

Humphrey Jennings, who was smoking at the doorway, frowned when he heard the racket and turned to look inside.

"Did it crash?"

So cold, heartless.

"Not logical! Not logical!"

Benjamin first protested, then leaned back with his elbow on the chair back, pointing at the laptop screen, "This bastard’s resume is absolutely fake!"

Benjamin had been calling "bastard" all morning, and although he didn’t name names, Humphrey Jennings immediately thought of Pedro Langley.

Inside the shop, smoking was prohibited. On the wall outside hung a small decorative wooden barrel with some dried flowers inside.

Humphrey Jennings always used it as an ashtray. This time, he pressed the cigarette against it, tossed the butt into the barrel, and turned around to enter the shop.

"So soon?"

He frowned as he looked over.

"Not really," Mr. Durant waved his hand, "I just got curious and looked it up online. Gosh, he’s really someone famous. If I print out his resume, it’s probably a stack thick."

Humphrey Jennings walked over to his side.

Turning the laptop screen towards Humphrey Jennings, Benjamin highlighted the points, "Graduated from a prestigious university, started a business during college, now owns two companies, one called Cool Ridge, a video site, and another called Fernwood, an entertainment company. Both Cool Ridge and Fernwood are industry leaders..."

At this point, Benjamin suddenly realized, "Damn, I’m even a member of Cool Ridge, and I have an annual subscription!"

"..."

"I’m never renewing my membership again, and from now on, I’ll watch all their videos pirated!"

"..."

Humphrey Jennings gave him a cold look.

Benjamin immediately fell silent.

Pointing to the opposite seat, Benjamin turned the laptop 180 degrees, saying, "You look for yourself."

Essentially, Humphrey Jennings was a simple and dull man.

His life story can be summed up in a few simple sentences.

Among the people he knew, besides Nora Scott, it was rare to find someone who required such a long textual introduction—a bunch of prefixes that would make anyone dizzy.

Each time Humphrey Jennings flipped a page on the lengthy bio, his brows furrowed a bit more, until they were almost tied into a knot by the end.

"Flashy and showy."

After carefully reading every word and sentence, Humphrey Jennings pushed the laptop forward with a serious face and commented.

"Exactly, flashy and showy!" Benjamin nodded in agreement, echoing, "What’s the use of such a long introduction? Isn’t he still just a bastard at heart?"

"..."

Yet Nora just happened to like this type.

"I just don’t get it, my uncle is so shrewd, well-informed, and has seen all kinds of people, how could he stumble at his hands?"

"But then again, my uncle usually travels everywhere and has no chance to meet this kind of pseudo-successful person."

"Could it be that my uncle found it novel? So he slipped and fell into his trap impulsively?"

Benjamin analyzed a bit but still couldn’t figure it out.

In the end, he got lazy with the analysis, bent his fingers, tapped the table, and raised his eyebrows at Humphrey Jennings, "How about we mess with him? Expose him in front of my uncle?"

Humphrey Jennings showed a slightly darkened expression.

*

Two days later, nearing evening.

Antique market.

It was the weekend, and the customer flow was more than usual. At this point, the temperature was just right, and there was a lively flow of people back and forth.

Apart from those running regular businesses, the market also had some freelancers, lining up booths, putting various items in front, waiting for customers.

These pop-up booths offered items very cheap, but they were mostly fake, or cheap handicrafts. Although there were people with good eyes who could "pick" valuable treasures from them... of course, such possibilities were very low.

Nora Scott wandered in front of such booths, glancing at them but finding nothing satisfactory.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, it was a call from Pedro Langley.

"Are you there yet?"

As soon as it was connected, Pedro’s voice came through.

With the surroundings noisy, Nora moved towards a quieter part of the crowd and answered, "Not yet."

"I’m still on the road, I’ll be there a bit later."

"Alright."

Nora responded.

The electronic music festival was tonight, but there was still some time before it began, so Nora intended to fulfill her earlier promise to take Pedro to buy reasonably priced, high-quality antiques.

—Of course, choosing the Durant shop.

After exchanging a few words with Pedro on the phone, due to the excessively noisy environment around, Nora couldn’t hear clearly and hastily hung up with Pedro.

After pocketing her phone, Nora figured Pedro would take a while to arrive, and instead of heading to Durant Antiques, she decided to stroll around the nearby area.

Not that she hoped to find anything, but... sometimes, places like this could be quite interesting to browse.

You’ll meet all kinds of people.

For example—

A striking beauty caught Nora’s eye.

She looked to be in her early thirties, but her actual age was likely older. Well-maintained, she appeared youthful. With her hair tied up, draped in a long trench coat, wearing sunglasses, revealing a pretty half-face. The standout makeup, instead of looking vulgar, actually added some charm and style to her.

Fashionable and cool.

Purse perched on her elbow, she stood in front of a stall and asked the vendor, "How much for this porcelain bowl?"

"Five thousand."

The vendor didn’t even lift an eyelid.

After stating the price, he waited for her to bargain.

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, the woman responded and reached into her purse.

The vendor noticed something unusual and looked up, pleasantly surprised as if encountering a "patsy."

Nora: "..."