Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 507 - 312: A New Variety Show for My Idol? [Part 2]

After finishing the call, Nora Scott couldn’t help but sigh, "Both jobs ruined, Miguel Smith is sulking and refuses to go to school. He’s just freeloading at home, idling all day, and playing live stream games when he’s free."

"In the end, it’s still useless."

Pedro Langley responded lightly.

Since Mr. Smith could push his son to this extent, he certainly wouldn’t reflect on it afterwards. And having succeeded twice in forcing him, Mr. Smith would definitely push his luck, thinking step by step would lead Miguel Smith on the ’right path.’

"Indeed, it’s useless." Nora Scott chuckled helplessly, "Even I get the cold shoulder along with him."

"What’s it got to do with you?"

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "After Miguel Smith quit, I couldn’t hold back and lashed out at Mr. Smith."

Pedro Langley couldn’t help but laugh, "Did it feel good?"

"Sure did!" Nora Scott was amused, "To this day, Mr. Smith hasn’t let me step through his door again."

"Serves him right."

Knowing Nora Scott’s sharp tongue, never showing mercy when arguing, it’s certain that Mr. Smith must have been infuriated at the time.

"Since it was already torn apart, every time I see him afterwards, I confront him." Nora Scott said nonchalantly, "Can’t beat him in a fight, can’t win him in a scold, so he can only limit Miguel Smith’s contact with me."

Pedro Langley slightly regretted, "This time he didn’t succeed?"

Nora Scott glared at him, "Are you actually feeling sorry?"

"Should be."

After hearing about Miguel Smith’s miserable experience, the cold-hearted, emotionless Pedro Langley still didn’t hide his dark little thoughts.

"..."

Seeing his blatant darkness, Nora Scott was left momentarily speechless.

After a while, Pedro Langley asked again, "Does Miguel Smith intend to stay angry forever?"

"I don’t know." After finishing the last spoonful of porridge, Nora Scott packed away the thermos and asked with a smile, "Are you quite concerned about him?"

"...Someone not striving doesn’t deserve to be your friend."

Pedro Langley adjusted his expression, looking serious and righteous.

Just want to keep him busy, so he doesn’t have time to hover around you.

Nora Scott: "..."

Ignoring him, Nora Scott tossed the thermos into the back seat and pulled out a blanket.

"I’m going to sleep, wake me when we get there."

She informed him, spreading the blanket and covering herself.

"Alright."

Pedro Langley’s voice lowered.

The next moment, the car’s interior lights turned off, and the view went dark immediately.

Turning her head, Nora Scott stared at Pedro Langley in the dim sight for quite a while, finally curved her lips into a smile, and then closed her eyes peacefully.

*

The night was pitch black, the cemetery secluded and silent, wind rustling, with occasional sounds of insects and birds; a crow cawed as it flew through the darkness.

Weeds overgrown, a piece of desolation.

Only a few upright tombstones and small mounds of earth could identify this as a cemetery rather than an abandoned wasteland.

Evelyn Winter stood before a tombstone.

At her feet lay a heap of fresh flowers, liquor, paper money, and pastries.

"My son has grown up, still a silly boy at twenty-four, still chasing stars and reading comics, so childish. But sometimes I’m really thankful that I listened to you and had him."

"Originally listened to you and had no ties with the Durant Family. But this time, I couldn’t hold back... just couldn’t stand their arrogance."

...

Spoke some rambling words.

After a long while, Evelyn Winter’s words ran out, paused for a while, and then suddenly smiled.

"It’s getting late. Brother, I have to go now, will visit you again next year."

She didn’t stay for long.

While returning along the weed-choked path, Evelyn Winter’s phone rang. It was a call from Clement Winter, asking her when she would return to the hotel and whether she wanted him to bring her something to eat.

Noisy sounds from the other end of the line, likely dining with the program team members.

"Didn’t give your Aunt Nora any trouble, did you?"

Thinking of Nora Scott filming with Clement Winter, Evelyn Winter suddenly asked.

"Mom, am I really so untrustworthy to you?" Clement Winter sighed dramatically.

"You are."

"..."

Clement Winter felt like his mother had stabbed him right in the heart.

However, clearly accustomed to it, Clement Winter returned to normal three seconds later. As usual, he chattered away, embellishing on Nora Scott’s impressive performance today to Evelyn Winter.

Evelyn Winter listened speechlessly.

In conclusion—

His God Z, capable of anything.

Not sure how much of it was true.

Chatting with Clement Winter on the phone, Evelyn Winter made her way out of the cemetery, to the car parked by the lonely roadside.

"Driving now."

After getting into the driver’s seat, Evelyn Winter said.

Clement Winter quickly asked, "Want anything to eat?"

"Yes."

Evelyn Winter’s eyelids twitched.

With a cheeky smile, Clement Winter suddenly changed the topic, "Mom, I’m so good to you, am I your little quilted jacket?"

Squinting her eyes, Evelyn Winter asked in a cold voice, "Drinking, are we?"