Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 492 - 297: Just Picking a Fight with You! [Part 2]

Ten minutes later, Humphrey Jennings found the bruised and battered Benjamin Durant in an alley.

He turned on his phone’s flashlight, casting a circle of light down on Benjamin Durant sitting on the ground, who instinctively raised a hand to shield his face.

He squinted, and through the gap between his fingers, saw it was Humphrey Jennings and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"You’re late."

Benjamin Durant leaned against the wall, straightening his sleeves, "The people are long gone after the fight. With your speed, if anything happens to me in the future, you’ll only be able to come and collect my body."

"Coward."

Putting away his phone, Humphrey Jennings slightly frowned.

Benjamin Durant was displeased, staring, and argued with him, "Being chased by women is not cowardice! It’s called being a gentleman!"

Humphrey Jennings gave him a sidelong glance, sarcastically teasing, "A gentleman beaten to a pulp."

"You!"

Benjamin Durant pointed a finger at him.

However, this movement tugged at his sore arm, making him gasp in pain, so he had to withdraw his hand.

Humphrey Jennings urged him, "Get up."

"Just a minute."

Benjamin Durant, still grimacing, waved his hand weakly, indicating he couldn’t act tough for the moment.

That woman not only had a fiery temper but was also particularly ruthless with her blows...

Not the slightest regard for past ties.

Seeing he was truly in pain, Humphrey Jennings no longer pressed him, leaning against the wall, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

After a drag, his eyes lowered slightly as he glanced over at Benjamin Durant.

He asked, "Who was it?"

"A girl from the Sullivan Clan in Xiangel City, Julia Sullivan..."

Benjamin Durant paused, suddenly correcting himself, "Oh, no, she doesn’t like that name, she changed it to Rosie Sullivan."

Thinking about that girl’s toughness, Humphrey Jennings commented, "Quite a gentle and delicate name."

"Right?" Benjamin Durant touched his split lip, lamenting, "Tsk, people don’t match their names at all!"

"Serves you right."

Humphrey Jennings showed no sympathy for him.

"..."

Benjamin Durant hummed in discontent but said nothing.

"Sullivan Clan..." Humphrey Jennings paused as if thinking of something, "Is it the same clan that boasted their mechanical skills were practically divine, yet were defeated by Nora Scott, who entered and left Mechanism City unscathed?"

"That’s right, that ’all talk like a tiger, but operates like a mouse’ Sullivan Clan."

The tale of Nora Scott’s bold venture into the Sullivan Clan’s Mechanism City was from her past.

At that time, neither Benjamin Durant nor Humphrey Jennings knew Nora Scott, so they hadn’t witnessed that legendary moment firsthand, only heard it in passing during idle chats.

Benjamin Durant greatly admired Nora Scott, his mentor. Unable to get details from others, he later devised a way to get the story from Boss Alex, so he knew a bit more than Humphrey Jennings.

Humphrey Jennings scrunched his eyebrows and looked at Benjamin Durant with a hint of suspicion for being a traitor.

He questioned, "How did you get involved with someone from the Sullivan Clan?"

"Who’s involved with the Sullivan Clan? I couldn’t care less," Benjamin Durant heatedly defended, "I only know this one person, and... well, she left the Sullivan Clan ages ago."

At this point, Benjamin Durant didn’t want to hash out his amorous ties with Humphrey Jennings; thinking it over, he changed the subject.

"What’s the word on the Sand Delta, did the master say?"

"Resolve it quickly," Humphrey Jennings replied, "At this pivotal moment, she might pull some strings."

"Then,"

Benjamin Durant blinked, then stretched, standing up from the ground and dusting himself off.

He said cheerfully, "Then they’re done for."

Humphrey Jennings gave him a sidelong glance.

Benjamin Durant rubbed his hands eagerly, "I miss the days when the master roamed the world; I wonder when she’ll return to the Martial World."

"..."

A flicker in his eyes, Humphrey Jennings fell silent.

Given Nora Scott’s current physical condition...

Difficult.

Those damn scoundrels.

A fierce intent filled Humphrey Jennings’ gaze.

A glance at some passersby, who had been watching with curiosity, made them shiver, and instinctively hasten their pace, fleeing hastily.

*

East Peak Town, BBQ restaurant.

After hanging up from Humphrey Jennings, Nora Scott ordered some skewers, waiting idly.

Luna Durant and others sat at a nearby table, their intermittent conversation mostly flattery, praising Luna Durant, which was somewhat annoying to hear.

"Here is your BBQ."

The waiter served the freshly grilled skewers to the table.

This was a shop with a 20 to 30-year history, gaining a bit of reputation in the small town, making it a tourist attraction.

Although small, it was well-equipped, offering a variety of BBQs with a mouth-watering aroma.

Once the waiter left, Nora Scott took off her baseball cap, snapped a casual photo with her phone, and sent it to Pedro Langley.

[Pedro Langley]: ...

Each separation left Pedro Langley not only suffering from longing but also enduring the torment of Nora Scott’s blurry photos, which were hard on the eyes.

The honest reviews and feelings he once expressed only led to many rebuttals from Nora Scott, and now, he had learned to use ellipses to express his speechlessly complex inner feelings.

Nora Scott, glancing at the string of ellipses, feeling a bit dissatisfied, picked up the phone to critique him further.

[Nora Scott]: What do you mean?

[Nora Scott]: Are you brushing me off?

[Pedro Langley]: No.

[Pedro Langley]: Please allow me to ask sincerely.

[Pedro Langley]: Are you photographing the food?

[Nora Scott]: You’re dead.

[Pedro Langley]: Before I die, I have a last wish.

[Nora Scott]: Go on.

[Pedro Langley]: I’ll contact a doctor to see if there’s any hope for clumsy hands.

[Nora Scott]: You might as well ask the doctor which way of dying is less painful.

Furiously sending the message, Nora Scott put her phone on silent, tossed it aside, and ignored Pedro Langley.

At the same time—

"Hey, beauty."

"Where is she?"

Not far away, a few people waiting for a barbecue suddenly shifted their attention.

Three men all turned their gaze to Nora Scott, and even seeing just a side view was enough to impress them.

Seeing this, Luna Durant sneered, lifted her eyes, glanced over lightly at that figure, and then stayed fixed.

Nora Scott?

Why is she everywhere?!

The first time, at the Durant Antiques shop, Nora Scott, through bidding, made her spend a fortune, shelling out three million for a mechanical object far above market price.

The second time, at the Trump Puppet Museum in Greenhill Town, she had her assistant take action against the documentary crew of Nora Scott and Katherine Collins, only to have it backfire. Who knows what method Nora Scott used, but it ended up costing her. She lost face in front of the entire production crew.

Moreover...

When she punished her assistant afterwards, her crush Pedro Langley unexpectedly walked in on her.

Incident after incident, recollecting them all could drive Luna Durant to cough up blood.

It’s clear Nora Scott has some status—

But so what!

Luna Durant stood up, kicked her chair back with a screeching "scrape—", immediately drawing a lot of attention.

The three senior brothers all snapped back to attention, looking at Luna Durant in astonishment.

But Luna Durant had already left her seat, walking straight towards the beauty they had just marveled at.

"Bang—"

Once she got close, Luna Durant kicked over the chair opposite Nora Scott.

Fierce and aggressive.

The surrounding customers and staff were all stunned by this scene.

Having caught a glimpse of Luna Durant approaching from the corner of her eye, Nora Scott held a skewer of gizzards, took a light bite, and ate leisurely.

When Luna Durant aimed a kick, Nora Scott didn’t even blink.

Chewing slowly, after swallowing, Nora Scott raised her eyelids and looked at her.

Two seconds later, she calmly spoke, "If you can’t control your hooves, go to the hospital."

Expecting Nora Scott to change her expression, Luna Durant was infuriated by this response and cursed angrily, "You’re the one with hooves!"

"Looking for trouble?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nora Scott sized her up.

"Yes!" Luna Durant was arrogant, slammed her hand on the table, her eyes filled with malicious intent, "I’m looking for your trouble."

Having been in the entertainment industry for a while, Luna Durant would usually hold back and restrain her temper a bit.

But this time—

To hell with it!

She was just displeased looking at Nora Scott now, just wanted to pick on her.

"Oh."

Not taking Luna Durant’s bait, Nora Scott calmly put down the gizzard skewer and then picked up her phone she had just tossed aside.

Taking her time, not sure what she intended to do.

Without the expected reaction, but instead being left alone, Luna Durant grew slightly impatient, "What are you doing?"

Opening the camera video, Nora Scott aimed the rear camera at her.

"Filming a video, posting it online."

Speaking lazily, Nora Scott’s lips curled upward, raising an eyebrow, "Go on, I’m filming."

"You—"

Luna Durant was so enraged that she was shaking all over.

What the heck!

Can’t get the better of her!

Immediately, Luna Durant drew back her hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck straight at Nora Scott’s face.

A glint of iciness flashed through Nora Scott’s eyes as she chuckled lightly, deftly, and as the fist came close to her face, she tilted her head to dodge it.

The move was so swift it caught everyone off guard.

Luna Durant paused, trying to retract her hand and change direction, but as soon as the fist halted, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Instinctively trying to break free, but before she could do anything, a severe pain shot through her wrist, making every hair on her body stand on end instantly.

The next moment, her wrist was twisted and pinned, and at the same time, a hand pressed down on the back of her head, forcefully pushing her downward, her eyes widening slightly—

Then, she saw the plate of barbecue on the table getting closer and closer.

Panic-stricken, Luna Durant’s face was almost contorted.

In the end, she was forced into a close encounter with the barbecue on the plate.