Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 404 - 244: Damn You [Part 2]

The only atmosphere Nora Scott felt in reality was getting cooler and cooler, so she found this situation rather novel.

Pedro Langley pulled Nora Scott’s baseball cap down.

Then, he whispered in her ear, "Thanks to you, downloads for Cool Ridge have skyrocketed. The company is rushing to adjust the servers."

"Made some money, huh?"

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow with a bit of a triumphant air.

Pedro Langley nodded, "Yeah, grabbed a big fish."

"Then you should give me your share of the tofu pudding."

"..."

After a silent pause, Pedro Langley gently reminded her, "Couldn’t you take this opportunity to make a slightly more extravagant request?"

"Like what?"

"Unconditionally get you the script you’re interested in."

"Without this situation, could I get the script I want?" Nora Scott asked.

"...Yeah."

Pedro Langley felt a profound sense of defeat.

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "Tofu pudding."

"Fine."

Pedro Langley resignedly gave in.

Anyway, he wasn’t particularly fond of eating Humphrey Jennings’ tofu pudding...

*

When they arrived at the Tofu Shop, a bored Miguel Smith was pulling Henry Chapman and Benjamin Durant into a poker game.

The sky cleared, a blue sky as clean as a wash.

They had moved tables and chairs out of the shop, playing poker while basking in the sun, with special drinks mixed by Humphrey Jennings by their sides.

Someone like Henry Chapman, who wasn’t in disguise but rather wore a baseball cap, sat boldly by the roadside, seriously pondering his chances of winning. Passersby, even if drawn in by Benjamin Durant or Miguel Smith, found it hard to focus on him.

Perhaps, even if passersby thought Henry Chapman looked familiar, they’d simply conclude he just looked like someone else.

Humphrey Jennings, as always, stood by the door with a grim reaper demeanor to scare customers, occasionally smoking a cigarette to pass the time, making guests eager to visit hesitate.

"That’s how my shop’s reputation got dragged down by them."

Nora Scott whispered in Pedro Langley’s ear.

When Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings weren’t around, her business was slow but not as scarce as it was now.

Glancing at the door with its gambling den vibe, Pedro Langley agreed, "I see."

At the door, Humphrey Jennings saw the two of them, and when his gaze swept past Pedro Langley, his brow furrowed slightly. He then stubbed out his cigarette, turned around without a word to go inside and fetch food for Nora Scott.

—— Pedro Langley was just along for the ride.

"Nora!"

Miguel Smith waved to the two of them, and when Nora Scott got close, he eagerly shared the latest gossip, "Did you hear? Zero is going live at eight tonight!"

"Hmm."

Nora Scott nodded slightly.

Then she began to think: After knowing Miguel Smith for two years, how did he not realize that she was Zero despite her not making any effort to hide it?

Before she could come to a conclusion, Benjamin Durant chimed in—

"I heard she’s a pretty famous comic artist finally revealing their true face. Shaw bets she’s pretty, and I bet she’s ugly. Let’s watch together at eight tonight. Aunt, want to join in?"

Being well aware of everything, Henry Chapman looked calmly at Nora Scott and Pedro Langley, then glanced at Miguel Smith and Benjamin Durant, coolly snatching a card from the table.

All so blatantly.

Yet, Miguel Smith and Benjamin Durant didn’t notice.

Nora Scott suddenly realized.

——Two of them, both proving her doubts through sheer intelligence.

Nora Scott squinted, "Not joining."

Telling them was just a matter of a sentence, but now—

They used her as a bet?

Not flipping their poker table was already gracious.

She slipped her hand into her pocket, glanced at the two, and asked with interest, "What’s your bet?"

Miguel Smith: "My dad’s secret hotpot recipe."

Benjamin Durant: "Free privileges at Virtue Retreat."

"Boring." Nora Scott raised an eyebrow and rested her hand on the table, leaning in slightly to smile at them, "Add some stakes."

Their hearts trembled under her gaze.

Miguel Smith just felt a sense of crisis, then heard Benjamin Durant ask, "Add what?"

"You," Nora Scott looked at Miguel Smith, "live streaming in women’s clothes."

Miguel Smith: "..." Aren’t we partners in crime, both jobless sisters?

"And you..." Nora Scott stared at Benjamin Durant, slightly lowering her voice, "Be obedient when you get to Fenton City, and take orders."

"I’m not obedient?" Benjamin Durant was a bit dissatisfied.

"The Tofu Shop always has debt collectors because of your escapades. You think I don’t know?"

"..."

Benjamin Durant was left speechless.

A moment later, he rolled up his sleeves, feeling that if they were adding stakes, it should be more serious.

He then asked, "How do we judge if someone is good-looking or not?"

"Chapman." Nora Scott nodded towards Henry Chapman opposite her, "You judge."

"...Oh."

Henry Chapman agreed while casting a rather sympathetic glance at Benjamin Durant.

Even if he were lying through his teeth, looking at Nora Scott’s face, he couldn’t utter the word "ugly."

Benjamin Durant sensed things were not quite right, but, after much thought, couldn’t figure out what exactly wasn’t quite right.

It wasn’t until Nora Scott and Pedro Langley walked into the Tofu Shop that Benjamin Durant finally realized—

Hey, why was Miguel Smith only "live streaming in women’s clothes," but for him, it was "restriction of personal freedom"?

How did it seem like it was targeting him directly?!

Benjamin Durant’s nerves were twitching, feeling a sense of foreboding.

*

Henry Chapman and Miguel Smith were temporarily staying in Anchel, but Nora Scott and Pedro Langley were leaving tomorrow, so there was time to gather.

In the afternoon, Nora Scott’s group wasn’t idle; they walked around the nearby city walls and tasted some local delicacies.

Until about seven, they returned to the Tofu Shop, finished dinner, and announced the gathering was over.

"Heading back so soon? Not waiting for the eight o’clock reveal?"

Miguel Smith asked the two who were about to leave.

"We’ll see it at home as well." Nora Scott casually brushed him off.

"There’s no vibe watching at home!"

Benjamin Durant had drunk a little; before today, he’d never heard of Zero, but after Miguel Smith’s introduction and encountering several tourists on the way talking about "gossiping about Zero," he was very much looking forward to tonight’s broadcast.

The last time he was this excited was during the World Cup.

As he stretched his arm, Benjamin Durant added, "Isn’t it more lively to watch together?"

Watching together, you’d never get that live broadcast you were waiting for.

Nora Scott shrugged, did not respond to him, but glanced at Pedro Langley.

Pedro Langley naturally took her hand, and the two of them left while showing off their affection.

*

Back in the apartment complex, Pedro Langley had prepared all the live streaming equipment.

Nora Scott often watched Miguel Smith stream; despite him sometimes starting a live broadcast with just his phone, the equipment was quite complete, and Nora Scott could basically recognize them all.

Moreover, with Pedro Langley as an expert, it ensured the broadcast was flawless.

The location was the study room.

"Should I put some makeup on?" Pedro Langley suddenly asked after setting everything up.

"Unnecessary."

With her digital tablet out, Nora Scott didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Just to prove that she and Zero were the same person.

Makeup?

Beauty filter?

Lens filter?

None needed.

With her face, she was never afraid in terms of looks.

Pedro Langley turned and saw Nora Scott with her hair down, a casual outfit, bare-faced, not doing any preparation, leisurely opening a game web page using a childish mini-game to pass the time.

Pedro Langley: "..."

Fine then, pretty looks, as she says.

*

With two minutes to eight.

Zero posted a tweet, announcing the Cool Ridge live broadcast room number.

And—

In just these short two minutes, the room’s population exceeded ten million.

And continued to rise at a terrifying speed.

At eight o’clock sharp.

The dark screens of millions of users’ phones finally lit up, followed by—

A face of breathtaking beauty appeared in their line of sight.

Across the internet: ???

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa... Damn it!