Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 349 - 219: Nora Scott Clout-Chasing Zero?!

"I have something to deal with here, let’s talk next time."

After freezing for a few seconds, Isabella Hart hung up the phone.

Nora Scott played with her lips in a mocking manner, then leisurely withdrew her gaze, looking down as she picked up the noodles in her bowl, the steam blurring her features.

Isabella shivered all over from that glance, a sudden chill, cold sweat pouring out.

She had encountered Nora Scott twice, but both times were unpleasant experiences—

At the comic exhibition, she was arrogantly criticized by Nora Scott;

At Virtue Retreat, she was publicly humiliated for flattering Sophie Scott, losing face utterly.

Later, she heard that Nora Scott, using the pen name Fans, submitted to CC Comics, secretly hooking up with editor-in-chief Kieran Shawn. After Molly Forest’s work was eliminated by Fans, she even instigated Kieran Shawn to fire Molly.

This directly led to Isabella Hart being assigned a new editor, resulting in an unsatisfactory collaboration. Now, her comics are fully operated by the studio, and she had plans to transition into the entertainment industry.

Becoming a special guest on "Searching for the City’s Secret," she put in considerable effort, initially feeling a bit smug. But upon seeing Nora Scott...for some reason, her joy and excitement were considerably dispersed.

"Isabella, you’re here first."

Another customer entered the cramped shop.

She was a girl of about twenty-four or twenty-five, named Lucy Windsor, plain-looking, a staff member of the show, whom Isabella Hart had just met.

Upon hearing Lucy Windsor’s voice, the tightened string relaxed a bit, and Isabella Hart quickly turned around to greet her.

"Yes. I just arrived."

"Let’s find a place to sit."

Lucy Windsor walked inside, and upon seeing Nora Scott, Katherine Collins, and José, she paused slightly, then raised an eyebrow disdainfully, pulling Isabella Hart to sit farther away.

Noticing this strange behavior, Isabella Hart’s mind stirred slightly, and she quietly asked her, "Lucy, do you know them?"

"Just those two women..."

Lucy Windsor leaned closer to Isabella Hart, slightly lowering her voice with disdain, "That girl who looks somewhat like a white lotus, she’s Katherine Collins. She used to be a celebrity, but now she’s quite fallen, almost no fame left."

"...Oh."

With a celebrity...wasn’t Nora Scott here for travel?

"She’s just a typical white lotus, doesn’t appreciate the kindness. She’s staying at the same hotel as us, Luna Durant took a liking to her room, tried to negotiate nicely, even offered to pay extra, but she obstinately refused, using principles and regulations as excuses."

"Who doesn’t see it? She’s just envious and jealous of Luna, intentionally making things difficult, not wanting Luna to have her way."

At the end, Lucy Windsor showed extreme contempt.

"Couldn’t change the room in the end?" Isabella Hart asked curiously.

Luna Durant is a popular idol, most other celebrities would give her some face... but Katherine Collins didn’t agree?

Lucy Windsor pouted, "That’s right. How could anyone normally refuse, unless wanting to feel significant?"

Not knowing Katherine Collins, Isabella Hart couldn’t say much, so she changed the subject, "I know the one next to her, that’s Nora Scott."

"Ha, she’s even more shameless. Complete green tea bitch." Lucy Windsor sneered, "Green tea bitch and white lotus, this plastic pair, really are a perfect match."

"What happened?"

"You didn’t come to the show last season, so you don’t know." Lucy clicked her tongue, "Just this woman, deliberately lingered near the recording site to chase clout. Coincidentally, Luna and Clement Winter wanted to hitch a ride, and just happened to stop them. Do you know how cheeky she was?"

"How?"

From Lucy Windsor’s tone, Isabella Hart felt much more relieved.

"Luna asked her if it was on the way to Yongxingel Alley, she said yes. Then handed Clement Winter a bottle of mineral water, and refused to give them a lift..." Lucy Windsor was indignantly filled with righteous anger, "We, the staff, were furious at the time."

"I’ve seen this news..."

"Right?!" Lucy Windsor’s voice slightly elevated, then smartly lowered it, "As long as you’re shameless, what clout can’t such a woman chase?"

"Mm."

Isabella Hart nodded in agreement.

Seeing her response, Lucy Windsor shared some inside gossip, "Since last year, when she tried to jump on Lily Turner’s fame, this woman has been acting up, Castle Central Square billboard, scandal with the former eSports legend Miguel Smith... Anyway, it’s said in the industry that Nora Scott is backed by a patron, plotting a comeback. Before she returns, she’s scrounging for some clout everywhere."

Isabella Hart’s heart stirred, feigned hesitance and said, "Actually, I have some rumors too..."

Lucy Windsor’s eyes instantly lit up.

The two ordered two bowls of noodles first, then Isabella Hart shared everything with Lucy Windsor, about "Nora Scott at the comic exhibition, arrogantly domineering; drawing comics under pen name Fans, hooking up with editor-in-chief to drive out editors."

"Oh my, this woman is so shameless, isn’t she?" Lucy Windsor’s eyes widened, indignantly filled with righteous anger.

The noodles were served, Isabella Hart broke open a pair of chopsticks, casually saying, "Actually, we’ve all been guessing in the industry, Nora Scott wants to achieve something in comics, then reveal her identity, get a title like ’Comic Talent Girl’ and make a comeback."

Lucy Windsor scornfully replied, "Such deep scheming."

"By the way, what are they doing here?" Isabella Hart ate a mouthful of noodles and asked.

"Filming a documentary, a small budget one, probably less than ten people in total, probably so poor they can’t make ends meet."

Mentioning this, Lucy Windsor couldn’t hide her schadenfreude.

Documentary?

In this day and age, filming a documentary, what can one earn? Nothing more than some worthless sentiment.

By such calculation—

Even in the entertainment industry, Nora Scott is mixing worse than her.

At least she is a special guest on a popular variety show, while what is Nora Scott? Once the documentary is broadcast, it’s likely no one will even watch.

Ha.

Just thinking about it like this, the previous fear towards Nora Scott dissipated without a trace.

*

"Do they think we can’t hear them?"

Katherine Collins put a piece of carrot stripe into her mouth, bit lightly on the chopsticks, and looked at Nora Scott rather confusedly.

Although not every word was clear, in the quiet shop, their voices drifted intermittently, connecting them slightly could give a rough idea.

Nora Scott looked at her mockingly, raising an eyebrow with a light smile, "Want to vent?"

"I still have some soup left."

Katherine Collins obediently raised the noodle bowl in her hand.

The noodles were finished, only a little red oil soup was left.

"Ahem—"

José, still eating next to her, almost choked on the noodles.

He looked curiously at the outwardly obedient and gentle Katherine Collins, feeling... a bit complicated.

Is Mr. Collins this rebellious?

Nora Scott smiled helplessly and advised, "It’s not worth it."

"Alright."

With a shrug, Katherine Collins put the bowl down, looking a bit regretful.

They ordered quite a lot of food, and with Nora Scott and Katherine Collins deliberately controlling their pace, though they arrived early, they were slower than Isabella Hart and Lucy Windsor.

As Isabella Hart and Lucy Windsor walked out, Nora Scott aptly stopped her actions and put down her chopsticks, "Let’s go too."

"Okay."

"Sure."

Katherine Collins and José responded one after the other.

The two stood up successively, each went to get an umbrella.

By the time they walked out, Nora Scott had already strolled to the door, glanced sideways in the direction Isabella Hart and Lucy Windsor left, tossed a small stone upwards, skillfully caught it mid-air, flicked her wrist, and the stone departed from her fingertip, hitting Isabella Hart in the knee hollow straight.

"Ah—"

Isabella Hart let out a painful cry, the whole person falling forward, just bumping into Lucy Windsor.

The ground was slippery, and being pressed down like that, Lucy Windsor couldn’t steady herself, her foot slipped, directly taken down by Isabella Hart.

It was still raining outside, and the trend was to rain harder, there were puddles and mud on the ground, as the two rolled in, the once glamorous individuals turned into muddy messes in an instant.

Katherine Collins, coming out a bit later, only managed to see them fall, feeling slightly sorry.

On the surface, she looked at them sympathetically, "How miserable."

"..."

Following closely behind, José had an intuition that something was off in the air.

"Let’s go."

Nora Scott opened the umbrella, holding it overhead, blocking the pouring rain.

Katherine Collins and José quickly caught up.

At this moment—

"What’s up with you, walking so well on the road, how could you fall?"

The drenched and disheveled Lucy Windsor, furious, couldn’t manage to keep a polite front and scolded Isabella Hart.

Isabella Hart wasn’t happy but had to concede since she was in the wrong first, unable to argue with Lucy Windsor, she suppressed her displeasure, explaining with lowered eyes, "I think my foot might have cramped."

She herself wasn’t sure if it cramped, only felt a sudden stabbing pain in the knee hollow, making it difficult to gather strength.

Looking down, she found nothing unusual.

Lucy Windsor still with a sour face, went to pick up the umbrella irritatedly.

Isabella Hart suddenly remembered something, instinctively looked backwards, only to see Nora Scott and her group walking over with umbrellas, glancing sideways at them as they passed.

Nora Scott’s gaze was slightly cold, she was smiling with a trace of savoring the spectacle.

Katherine Collins, even more so, tilted her head slightly, waved her hand at them as if simply saying hello, yet her eyes turned into crescent moons, oddly conveying a bit of schadenfreude.

"..."

Isabella Hart was infuriated, burning with anger.

Suddenly, her gaze paused, landing on Nora Scott’s hand holding the umbrella handle.

Nora Scott’s left hand grasped the umbrella handle, her fingers thin and long, each one fair as a green onion, her sleeve drooping somewhat, revealing a touch of black on the slender wrist.

Isabella Hart looked closely, surprisingly discovering—

It was a black bracelet.

Even though it paused her sight only for seconds, Isabella Hart could confirm: it resembled the Zero bracelet spreading wildly online today by 90%!

Could it be, Nora Scott plans to imitate Zero?!