Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 513 - 314: The Golden Cup Is a Fake, Clues Emerge

Butler Loxley’s eyelids twitched, and she had a bad premonition. Frowning, she asked, "What?"

"Robert Durant’s golden cup was stolen, and the police have no leads. He refuses to let it go and has commissioned Biel Hall with an ’A-Level’ task."

"..." Nora Scott pinched the bridge of her nose, "Can it be refused?"

"Yes," Boss Alex chuckled softly, "It’s just approved, and it hasn’t been officially assigned yet. In this case, wanting to cancel it requires the Hall Master to go through a series of procedures."

"What kind of procedures?"

Upon hearing the word ’procedures,’ Nora Scott inexplicably got a headache.

Procedures mean order, rules, and time. Step by step, they can torment someone like her who ignores rules to death.

Boss Alex said, "You go to Biel Security, the Mansfield siblings will tell you."

Nora Scott frowned, "I don’t want to go."

"After the review, only the Hall Master has the authority to refuse commissions above ’A-Level’. I can delay it for a few days, but at most a week, then we have to take action." Boss Alex’s tone was slow and gentle, "You know that Biel Hall always prioritizes efficiency."

Leaning against the railing, Nora Scott casually plucked a flourishing mint leaf and brought it to her nose for a sniff.

After listening to Boss Alex, she sneered, "Isn’t it that tasks stuck in deadlock are left for me to handle?"

"Why else would you be made the Hall Master?"

"Spare me the flattery."

Pedro Langley said these flattering words all the time, and Nora Scott was immune to them, while Boss Alex’s occasional comments made no waves in her heart.

"There has been progress in those tasks," Boss Alex said, "Once they’re mostly resolved, your position will be secure."

"..."

Nora Scott knitted her brows without speaking.

It’s as Boss Alex said.

However, being the Hall Master of Biel Hall is indeed a troublesome matter for her.

If she didn’t know Vaughn had compelling reasons, she wouldn’t willingly become the Hall Master.

...

After hanging up the phone, Nora Scott returned to the living room.

Her eyes swept around, but she only saw Pedro Langley playing with his phone on the sofa, and Joseph Sutton’s figure was nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?"

With a skeptical brow raised, Nora Scott stepped forward.

Pedro Langley looked up at her, "He left."

"Did you send him away?"

"..." Pedro Langley was speechless, "Camilo Nogueira has been wanting to poach him. Could I send him away? He said there was nothing for him, so he left first."

Sitting down beside him, Nora Scott casually asked, "You had the chance, why didn’t you poach him?"

"I don’t like to force others," Pedro Langley replied. "He’s already found a job."

"Really?"

Nora Scott only knew Joseph Sutton wanted to be a teacher but wasn’t aware of his job intentions.

"First Affiliated High School, Physics teacher."

"...Sounds good."

Nora Scott made a heartfelt assessment.

As one of the top high schools in the country, offers from First Affiliated High School are quite hard to get.

Pedro Langley chuckled, "Why do you and your friends always go against yourselves?"

"Hmm?"

"Clearly, there are better choices."

The wide road is laid out ahead, yet you insist on persevering in unexpected directions.

For instance, Nora Scott isn’t good at acting, yet she insists on becoming an actress and faces criticism.

For example, Miguel Smith has better choices, but he chooses to go against his father and ’indulge in despair.’

For instance, Joseph Sutton is a leading researcher in the field of drones, with numerous offers to stay as a university professor, but he insists on teaching physics in high school.

...

Nora Scott tossed the plucked mint leaf into her cup, took a sip of water, and said nonchalantly, "Not everyone wants a better life."

Some people want fame.

Some want money.

Some want power.

Some want wealth and extravagance, to indulge and enjoy; some want to be outstanding, to stand at the summit and overlook others; some contribute and dedicate themselves for the family and country.

Every choice is valid.

It’s simply a personal choice.

However, people like them are not few... with nothing particularly desired, they instead emphasize personal feelings.

Like—

She knows the meals at Virtue Retreat are top-notch nationwide, from sanitation to taste and service, but she still prefers ordinary roadside restaurants, seeking various different, good or bad foods.

Pedro Langley didn’t comment.

He "hmm"-ed and moved on from the topic.

A moment later, he suddenly said, "Then, tell me about your grudge."

"It’s a long story."

Nora Scott lifted her eyes and stood up to leave.

Raising his hand, Pedro Langley grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

His gaze sharpened, and he said, "I have time."

"Just a small quarrel, nothing to do with you."

Nora Scott downplayed the situation.

She didn’t want to drag Pedro Langley into it.

Moreover...

Pedro Langley’s social circle was too different from hers. Even if she told him, he wouldn’t be able to help much, only causing unnecessary worry.

There was no need.

"..."

Pedro Langley’s lips tightened slightly.

Just then, there was noise from the front door lock, and soon the door was pushed open, with Butler Loxley and Jack Carter returning from grocery shopping.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and Pedro Langley didn’t press Nora Scott, instead relaxing his expression and letting go of her.

Some things can’t be rushed.

The gap accumulated over five years can’t be bridged overnight.

*

Evelyn Winter arrived at Cloudwater Haven around nightfall.

Since Pedro Langley, Butler Loxley, and Jack Carter were next door, Nora Scott invited Evelyn Winter to her own home.

When returning the golden cup to Evelyn Winter, Nora Scott took the opportunity to tell her about Joseph Sutton’s evaluation results.

"Damn."

Clutching the wooden box, Evelyn Winter cursed darkly.

So she was really manipulated?

If it weren’t for Clement Winter causing this unexpected accident, maybe this matter would have been sealed with the golden cup’s destruction.

Despite being able to confirm with absolute certainty that what she did left no traces, no matter real or not, they couldn’t trace it back to her...

But the resentment is inevitable.

"I’ll try to investigate it," Nora Scott said. "I’ll inform you if there’s any news."

Evelyn Winter frowned, "How will you investigate?"

"I have some connections in the northwest."

Nora Scott’s answer was a bit vague.

She wasn’t sure about Evelyn Winter’s situation, so it wasn’t suitable to explain to her.

She also wasn’t in the habit of revealing her background.

Staring at Nora Scott for a while, Evelyn Winter laughed freely, with a hint of admiration.

"I never thought I would rely on you for help."

After all, as her master’s granddaughter, Evelyn Winter initially thought that if she had the chance, she could help Nora Scott a bit.

Unexpectedly, now it’s Nora Scott helping her.

Nora Scott shrugged it off, "As fellow apprentices, we help each other."

Lowering her gaze slightly, Evelyn Winter stared at her cup of tea, paused, then gave a self-mocking smile, "I was expelled from our school though."