Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 510 - 313: I’ve Been Sick of This Punk for a Long Time

[Robert Durant]The case worth millions, the police also take it seriously, but from all along the surveillance, passers-by, guards... Anyway, they checked and re-checked everything, and still couldn’t find any trace of The Thief.

[Robert Durant]It’s been almost a month, and there’s still no progress. I guess it’ll just fade away.

[Robert Durant]Robert Durant probably has to swallow this dumb loss.

[Robert Durant]I told you three days ago, and you didn’t reply. Why are you suddenly interested now so late at night?

—— Why are you suddenly interested?

Pedro Langley silently glanced at the golden cup in his hand.

With the stolen goods in his hands, how could he not be a little interested?!

[Pedro Langley]Insomnia, just asking casually.

[Robert Durant]Got into a fight with your sister-in-law?

[Robert Durant]When are you going to break up?

"..."

Pedro Langley’s face darkened.

Then, he screenshotted Thomas Langley’s last two sentences and sent them directly to Flora Loughton.

After skillfully handling these, Pedro Langley also blocked Thomas Langley.

Tossing the phone aside, Pedro Langley looked down at the exquisite and beautiful golden cup... his head ached.

*

Next day.

At dawn, the morning light was dim.

Nora Scott walked out of the bedroom barefoot, wearing slippers and her hair in a mess, sleepily.

Her phone was brought to her ear.

"Backpack?... Let me see..."

Squinting, her eyes scanned the living room and she found the backpack thrown on the sofa, stepping over there.

Sitting down, she casually grabbed the backpack and unzipped it, rummaging through a pile of snacks.

"There’s a box—"

The moment Nora Scott opened it, her voice abruptly stopped, and all sleepiness vanished.

?

Nora Scott opened her eyes, and a few seconds later, clarity filled her gaze.

"Winter," she gently called, then spoke slowly, "That thief from Lanzhouel, is it you?"

Evelyn Winter: "..."

Silence.

How did she know?

Although there were news reports, the details were not disclosed, it wasn’t widely spread, and ordinary people weren’t concerned about whose item got stolen.

It was supposed to be a fluke thinking. If Nora Scott didn’t understand or know about it, it wouldn’t matter if she saw it.

Never thought—

Just by the sound of her fussing, she recognized it at a glance?

Moreover, she clearly was aware of it.

After a moment of silence on the phone line, Nora Scott didn’t say much, chuckled lightly, and said, "I’ll give you the address, come over when you have time."

"How do you know about this?"

"I have some connections in the Northwest," Nora Scott said, "just happened to know about it."

Nora Scott pondered that if she had accepted the Durant Family’s commission back then, it would’ve been interesting afterward.

Whether she could keep it, or whether Evelyn Winter could successfully steal it.

She didn’t doubt Evelyn Winter’s skills.

Looking at Evelyn Winter’s performance the night before last, one could catch a glimpse of her skills.

Absolutely not just flowery skills or tricks.

Showing Nora Scott’s calm and nonchalance, Evelyn Winter was somewhat amused, "Aren’t you even a little surprised?"

"I was," Nora Scott rubbed her eyebrows, "startled awake completely."

"..."

Evelyn Winter laughed silently.

Anyone else would be shouting at this point.

If it were her silly son...

He would’ve probably flipped out.

Thinking of this, Evelyn Winter said, "I’m returning to Fenton City this afternoon, I’ll come find you then."

"Alright—" Before the word was fully out, Nora Scott suddenly changed her tune, "Wait."

"Hmm?"

Evelyn Winter was perplexed.

With a slight squint, Nora Scott picked up the golden cup with her fingers, scrutinizing it carefully for a moment, "This golden cup, is it really the one you took from the Durant Family?"

"Yes."

Evelyn Winter affirmed, with a slight pause, then asked with a little doubt, "Why?"

"Have you studied antiques?"

"No."

Evelyn Winter was not interested in antiques, let alone researched them.

The morning sunshine cast onto the floor, reflecting in, as Nora Scott held the golden cup, scrutinizing it leisurely.

She said, "I suspect this golden cup might be a fake. The patterns and craftsmanship don’t match the era, but I can’t say for sure."

"Fake?"

Evelyn Winter was taken aback, "Impossible."

"The Durant Family couldn’t have paid a high price for a fake. Based on their reaction, even if the golden cup was stolen, it wouldn’t be fake."

Nora Scott analyzed calmly, her tone steady, "If it wasn’t swapped after you got it, there’s only one possibility—"

Exhaling a breath, Evelyn Winter wasn’t stupid, she got the point.

Her tone carried a hint of anger, "Before me, someone already swapped the golden cup."

"And it must be an insider," Nora Scott added, "using your actions, playing along with the situation."

Evelyn Winter had given a warning before taking action. Although Robert Durant kept the information under wraps, it was surely known internally within the Durant Family.

If someone used that information, made a replica in advance, and swapped it out just before Evelyn Winter started, whether the golden cup was stolen or swapped didn’t matter; people would think of The Thief regardless.

If anything came to light, Evelyn Winter would be the one taking the blame.

The person who swapped secretly would remain safe.

After a moment of silence, Evelyn Winter asked, "Can you be certain this is fake?"

Actually, originally intended to destroy it, the true or false nature of the golden cup didn’t matter much to Evelyn Winter.

But if she had been used by someone...

That was a different matter.

"Can’t be completely certain." Not being an expert in this area, Nora Scott didn’t speak too definitively, "It seems rush-produced; although it’s very well-faked, at a quick glance you can’t tell the real from the fake, but there are still flaws and defects. Hard to say. If you don’t mind, I can find someone to appraise it."

Evelyn Winter didn’t doubt her, just asked, "Trustworthy?"

She wasn’t someone who trusted just anyone.

Contrarily, she basically didn’t trust anyone.

However, with Nora Scott, Evelyn Winter, despite having only interacted a few times, felt a natural sense of trust.

She didn’t think Nora Scott’s words were false.

Besides, this was too coincidental; if Clement Winter hadn’t come to her room and mistakenly taken the wrong backpack, then voluntarily bought snacks and delivered them along with the backpack to Nora Scott, Nora Scott wouldn’t even have gotten the golden cup...

Not to mention making a replica within a day to fool her was impossible.

—If Antonio Easton could really raise such a granddaughter, Evelyn Winter wouldn’t have been expelled from her teacher’s sect back then.

Nora Scott chuckled, "One of our own."

"..."

This young apprentice sister sure has some background.

A little surprised, Evelyn Winter thought for a moment, then chose to trust her, "Okay."

The call ended.

After placing down the phone, Nora Scott returned the golden cup to the wooden box, then turned her head to look at the bedroom.

She smiled, "Were you satisfied with what you heard?"

Standing at the door was Pedro Langley.

He wore a gray long-sleeve and black pants, one hand in his pocket, leaning loosely against the doorframe, looking over with a smile on his face.

When the phone rang, Pedro Langley had already woken up.

Afraid of disturbing Nora Scott’s rest initially, he wanted to hang up the call for her, but didn’t expect her to answer it herself, not only without getting angry but also getting up and going to the bedroom.

Upon hearing the words "wooden box", all sleep was gone for Pedro Langley, and he blatantly followed to "eavesdrop".

The result was naturally a bit surprising.

However—

For Pedro Langley, as long as Nora Scott wasn’t the one committing an offense, nothing else mattered.

The heart that had been suspended all night finally settled back in place.

"Satisfied." Pedro Langley tugged at the corner of his lips, taking a step forward, "Feeling refreshed."

Nora Scott gave him a surprised look.

Originally thought that Pedro Langley was completely unaware, and after hearing this call, he would just be purely surprised and feeling a headache, but instead... she found that he seemed a bit relieved.

Nora Scott immediately understood, playfully asked, "Judging by your sense, did you see the golden cup last night?"

"Mm," Pedro Langley responded, straightforwardly admitting, "I thought it was you who did it and was planning an exoneration plan for you all night."

"..."

Nora Scott laughed helplessly.

No matter how rebellious she was, she wouldn’t do something that might land her in jail...

Is the world outside not exciting enough, or is the lost-and-found boyfriend not good enough?

"What do you plan to do?" Pedro Langley asked.

"See if it’s real or fake first,"

Nora Scott said casually.

Glancing at the time, she picked up her phone again and dialed Joseph Sutton’s number.