Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 453 - 265: Relax, I Can’t Kill Them

Following closely behind Amy Mansfield, Nora Scott had one hand in her pocket and the other holding Andrew Hughes’s hand. Her expression was indifferent as her gaze casually swept over the entire room, her aura retracted, allowing Amy Mansfield to captivate all the attention.

The three of them walked through together.

Most eyes in the room followed them, casting silent sideways glances at her.

Only after they left did the quiet office area break into whispers.

"Just a pretty vase."

"Her presence is completely overshadowed by Manager Mansfield."

"She is indeed good-looking as a spokesperson. But in the future, should we go around saying that our Hall Master’s only asset is her looks?"

"She can also draw comics."

"Just comics, her acting is terrible. Back when she was in the entertainment industry, I wouldn’t watch any movies she was in. Actor Chapman’s first movie, I avoided entirely because of her."

"Hall Master’s anti-fan, huh? Careful not to get fired."

"It’s over, Biel Hall is doomed."

"A century of legacy ruined in an instant."

...

A group of people cried out loudly, tears streaming down their faces.

*

"This is your office."

Amy Mansfield stood at the door, having pushed it open without stepping inside.

The enclosed office seemed to have rarely been aired out; the musty smell of dust hit immediately.

Nora Scott peeked inside, seeing only a simple office chair and bookshelf, with no decorations or furnishings, and the floor covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly not cleaned for at least three months.

Nora Scott narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Cough, cough."

Andrew Hughes coughed twice, stepping back a half pace, his eyebrows tightly furrowed like an old man.

Nora Scott pulled him back a little and then turned her head, her eyes turning a bit cold, "Who’s the cleaning lady for this floor?"

"Why?"

Amy Mansfield stared at her suspiciously.

"Fire her."

Nora Scott casually ordered.

It was impossible for the cleaning lady to deliberately skip this office. Clearly, someone dissatisfied with Nora Scott had instructed it this way, just to give her a "hard time."

However, Nora Scott didn’t bother to investigate further.

Amy Mansfield’s face changed, "What gives you the right—"

The accusation stopped short.

Because Nora Scott had raised her hand, holding the jade Token of Biel Hall.

There it was again!

Amy Mansfield gritted her teeth in frustration.

"This office is yours." Nora Scott swung the Token nonchalantly in her hand, "Clear out your office for me in ten minutes."

"..."

What?

This domineering demand left Amy Mansfield utterly astonished. She couldn’t take it anymore and said angrily, "If you had any guts, you wouldn’t keep flashing that Token around. No one falls for that."

Nora Scott smirked coldly, her gaze gaining a hint of assertiveness, "With the Token in my hand, I’ll use it whenever I please, and who are you to question it?"

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, the careless laziness in her expression fading slightly, giving off an air of dominance and menace that faintly unsettled Amy Mansfield.

"The Token isn’t your Amulet; a single Token won’t make everyone obey you. You better watch yourself!"

Amy Mansfield spat out bitterly.

In the end, she went to find someone to switch offices with.

But Nora Scott’s move to "forcefully exchange offices" clearly stirred dissatisfaction among many members.

"Damn, using the Token to threaten someone to change offices, that’s too much, right?"

"What kind of Hall Master is she? In ancient times, she’d be a ’tyrant’, wouldn’t she?"

"Miss Mansfield, give her a beating!"

"Ugh, I’m so furious. This woman is burning her fire in the wrong place as a new leader."

"No achievements whatsoever, yet she dares to change Miss Mansfield’s office? Does she even know her own worth?"

...

Some gossip without any attempt to hide it landed in her ears while she was waiting in the break room.

The commenters made no effort to conceal their discussions, and when passing by, they gave her cold glances, their hostility quite apparent.

Nora Scott was playing a game with a Bluetooth earphone on, not even lifting her eyelids. After losing three times in a row, she finally gave up on the game for a while.

"Your rank is too high, I won’t play anymore."

Nora Scott told Pedro Langley, who was in the team with her.

Pedro Langley: "..."

He shouldn’t have tried so hard to improve his rank after knowing Nora Scott played this game.

In his heart, the versatile and capable Nora Scott was definitely not a gaming novice.

Of course, the truth was, in non-competitive games, Nora Scott indeed wasn’t.

After chatting with Pedro Langley for a bit, Nora Scott exited the game and took off her Bluetooth earphone.

She glanced at Andrew Hughes next to her, who was engrossed in a Sudoku game on his phone, only reaching out to respond when Rose called out to him twice.

"Manager Mansfield’s office is ready for you."

At this moment, a poised and efficient assistant approached, stopping to speak to Nora Scott with a stern face.

Nora Scott paid no mind, leaning towards Andrew Hughes, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Andrew Hughes paused, looked at Nora Scott, pondered for two seconds, then answered, "A little."

"Hey, I’m talking to you!"

The ignored assistant pulled a face and shouted at Nora Scott in a huff.

The voice was a bit loud, drawing several curious glances from the surrounding people.

Nora Scott tilted her head slightly, lazily glanced at her, and asked in a languid voice, "You’re talking to me?"

The assistant, suppressing her irritation, said, "Who else would I be talking to?"

Nora Scott looked at her.

In an instant, the assistant suddenly felt a chill in her heart, a suffocating sensation as if she was being throttled by a murderous intent, but in the next moment, as Nora Scott’s gaze shifted away, it disappeared completely.

The assistant was momentarily stunned, as if that fleeting second she couldn’t fully comprehend was just an illusion.

She stared intently at Nora Scott.

But Nora Scott took out her phone, opened the contact list, found a number, and made a call.

What does this mean?

Getting outside help?

The assistant was bewildered.

The phone rang twice, and the person on the other end picked up.

Fiddling with her Bluetooth earphone, Nora Scott brought the phone to her ear and said, "Vaughn, do your people at Biel Hall all have no respect for authority?"

Vaughn?

The former Hall Master?

The assistant’s eyes widened in shock: Was she planning to complain?

Not knowing what the former Hall Master said, Nora Scott continued nonchalantly—

"No worries, I thought ’defying the Hall Master’ was an old tradition from your era."

"I’ve seen everyone in your hall; each one is unimpressive."

"Don’t worry, they won’t get killed."

Finally, Nora Scott gave a slight tug at the corner of her mouth and hung up the call.

The assistant took a deep breath, unable to suppress her indignation, and said angrily, "If you think so poorly of our hall, why put yourself down by staying here? Wouldn’t it be better to hand over the Token and rid yourself of us earlier?"

"So many words." Nora Scott looked at her with a smile, neither annoyed nor angry. After a glance at Andrew Hughes, who jumped off his chair and moved two steps closer, she spoke to the assistant, "Lead the way."

Assistant: "..."

Truly just someone who knows how to complain without real substance!

Talking big, ’all unimpressive,’ ’won’t get killed’... But in reality?

Sidelining the issue!

Changing the subject!

Afraid to directly respond!

The assistant felt as if the little hope Biel Hall had just found was being snuffed out by this woman!

The former Hall Master’s biggest mistake was handing over the Hall Master position to this woman!

The assistant, fuming and with her lungs burning, turned around and led the way ahead with large strides.

As for Nora Scott, she remained indifferent to the hostile, displeased, and mocking gazes from everyone, not taking them to heart. She walked with Andrew Hughes towards the back, all the way to the new office.

Compared to the office prepared for her, Amy Mansfield’s office was simply worlds apart.

Bookshelves, desks, chairs, coffee tables, sofas, water dispensers... everything was there, and the decor was on a whole other level.

Moreover, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the office looked bright and spacious.

Nora Scott was very satisfied.

"Like a cuckoo in a sparrow’s nest."

Standing outside the door, the assistant glanced at the office, mumbled resentfully, and then turned to leave.

It was as if Nora Scott had eyes in the back of her head; just as the assistant moved, she heard Nora Scott’s cold voice—

"Did I say you could leave?"

The assistant paused, turned her head to look at her, and asked with burning anger, "What else do you want?"

"Wait."

Nora Scott’s voice was slightly cool, and she threw down two words before pulling Andrew Hughes into the office.

Facing Andrew Hughes, Nora Scott leaned down slightly, placed a hand on his shoulder, and instructed, "Stay inside, I’ll come back to get you for lunch later."

"Okay."

Andrew Hughes nodded obediently, understanding full well that this strong and dynamic sister was holding back from tearing into those annoying adults because of his presence.

Now that she needed to handle serious matters, Andrew Hughes naturally understood and didn’t want to cause her any trouble.

Nora Scott curved her lips, stretched out her wrist, then turned and walked out of the office.

As she exited the door, she closed the office door behind her.

"You—"

Seeing her come out, the assistant spoke out impatiently.

However, she barely uttered a word when Nora Scott suddenly raised her eyes, instantly changing the atmosphere, with a sharp and cold gaze that made the assistant shudder involuntarily.

Terrified, the assistant swallowed all her words.

In the next moment, Nora Scott reached out, grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back, and restrained her movements.

At the same time, Nora Scott pinpointed the acupoint in her palm and pressed down hard.

"Ah—"

In an instant, the entire fourth-floor office area resonated with a heart-wrenching scream.