Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 373 - 230: Zero’s Identity Discovered by Clement Winter [Part 2]

Seeing the picture, Clement Winter clicked on it quite puzzled.

It was a screenshot from the short video he shot.

It was the moment when the little assassin spat out a dagger from its mouth.

Evelyn Winter took the screenshot and circled a spot on the dagger blade with a red line.

Seeing the mark, Clement Winter paused, dragged his finger across the screen to enlarge the image. Vaguely, he could see the part Evelyn circled—a ginkgo leaf?!

!

The Mechanical Box God Z gave him also had an identical ginkgo leaf!

But—

Because the structure of the Mechanical Box was too simple, when Evelyn Winter unlocked it, she commented it was "nothing to speak of."

But now this lifelike, vivid Mechanical Puppet...

Clement Winter’s fingers felt a bit weak, and he slipped several times while trying to press the voice button. After a few seconds, Clement glanced at his assistant resting against the neck pillow, thought for a moment, and decided to type instead.

[Clement Winter]: Mom!

[Clement Winter]: Inside the Mechanical Box that God Z gave me, there’s an identical design!

[Clement Winter]: Besides, I’m filming in Greenhill Town, and this is the Trump Puppet Museum’s treasure, the producer’s identity is said to be a mystery!

[Clement Winter]: If it’s such a coincidence, does that mean my God Z knows the person who made the Mechanical Puppet?

[Clement Winter]: Or could it be that my all-powerful God Z is the mysterious creator?

After sending all the messages in one breath, Clement Winter held his phone, thrilled beyond measure.

The assistant opened his sleepy eyes, saw Clement Winter’s radiant expression, was suddenly shocked, and lunged over, grabbing Clement Winter’s collar with suspicion and yelled—

"Brother Winter, are you secretly seeing someone behind my back?"

The assistant was about the same age as Clement Winter, shared a compatible personality, and was usually loud and overly dramatic.

Clement Winter was used to it.

But the driver, who was from the program crew, was not used to it.

Their horseplay in the backseat drew a meaningful glance from the driver.

"My God Z!"

Clement Winter exclaimed excitedly, pushing away the assistant’s hand.

"... Oh."

The assistant instantly calmed down and quickly sat back.

He picked up the neck pillow, placed it back behind his head, and resumed his tired posture, "Continue, do as you please."

He had long grown accustomed to Clement Winter’s little excited manner whenever "Zero" was mentioned.

—Not far from being lovestruck.

Clement Winter was fully engrossed in the idea that "Zero is somehow connected to the maker of the Mechanical Puppet, or even the creator themselves" and had no time to bicker with the assistant.

At this hour, Evelyn usually has her beauty sleep, and being disturbed is always frightening, so Clement Winter dared not call to ask. After some thought, he planned to first browse through the "Digging Zero" super topic and see if the amazing netizens had dug up the latest photos.

However—

Evelyn wasn’t sleeping.

Just as he logged into his "Heart for Uncle" alternate Weibo account, Evelyn’s message came back.

[Mrs. Winter]: How old is your God Z?

One sentence from Evelyn choked Clement Winter’s fanciful imagination.

Clement Winter rubbed his nose.

Ah!

His heavenly, omnipotent, otherworldly-cheat-enhanced God Z!

How could she be a young and beautiful girl?

He didn’t dare "daydream" anymore.

[Mrs. Winter]: But they might have some connection.

[Mrs. Winter]: Or it might be something she got without knowing the other party.

[Clement Winter]: My God Z has a wide network!

[Mrs. Winter]: ...

This brat, chasing stars every day, not seeking progress.

[Clement Winter]: My well-learned, knowledgeable, all-seeing, all-powerful mother, based on your experience, who do you think is likely the creator of this Mechanical Puppet?

[Mrs. Winter]: Your well-learned, knowledgeable, all-seeing, all-powerful birth mother...

[Clement Winter]: !!!!

[Mrs. Winter]: Her master.

"Whoa—"

Clement Winter was stunned.

[Clement Winter]: ???

[Mrs. Winter]: This lineage.

[Clement Winter]: ...

[Clement Winter]: Could you please not break your sentences, dear mom?

[Mrs. Winter]: On purpose.

[Mrs. Winter]: Kiddo, mom’s going to sleep now.

[Mrs. Winter]: disturb me again, and you’re dead meat.

Originally typing ferociously, Clement Winter suddenly saw this message from Mrs. Winter pop up. He sniffled and pitifully began to delete his drafted words one by one.

After hesitating for a moment, Clement Winter morosely sent the final message.

[Clement Winter]: Oh, good night.

With the explosive information from Evelyn, Clement Winter’s mood was unable to calm down for a long time. Remembering the marvelous Mechanical Puppet he had seen, his fatigue, sleepiness, and drowsiness were all swept away. He quickly pulled out his headphones, put them on, and then started to play the video, rewatching them one by one.