Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 529 - 326: Defiance and Expulsion from Biel Hall

"Did I ever tell you that fighting is what I do best?"

Arrogant, confident, and murderous.

Each word, pressed with a dangerous undertone.

The words, intangible yet turned into a whip, striking them mercilessly, their whole bodies unable to stop trembling, every nerve quaking, an indescribable fear permeating throughout.

She was beautiful.

Yet like a bloodthirsty Wraith Lachlan.

"..."

Minister Robbins, closest to her and directly facing this aura, felt his legs weaken; if not for his forceful support, he would truly have fallen.

A girl in her twenties—

How was this aura cultivated?!

At this moment, Minister Robbins was the only one among everyone present who could speak. Though shocked, he forced himself to step forward and asked.

"Master Scott, what’s going on here?"

Sweat beaded on Minister Robbins’s palms, but his expression remained composed, not showing a hint of panic, his tone quite calm as he inquired.

"..."

Nora Scott cast a sideways glance at Amy Mansfield on the ground, the corner of her right lip curling slightly, a bit mocking, yet she did not speak.

Seeing this, Minister Robbins immediately understood.

—This matter, Amy Mansfield was to blame.

He couldn’t help.

Amidst his awkward hesitation, Minister Robbins heard the steady footsteps behind him, realizing his savior had arrived, his tense nerves instantly relaxing. He lowered his head slightly and stepped aside, giving way.

Nora Scott looked up at the approaching person.

A man in his thirties, who bore a resemblance to Amy Mansfield.

Wherever he went, employees automatically stepped aside, showing a mix of respect and nervousness.

That was likely Barton Mansfield, the trusted subordinate Boss Alex spoke of.

He managed the department outside the fourth floor. Last time, they did not meet directly.

"Master Scott."

As Barton Mansfield entered, he first greeted Nora Scott immediately, then shifted his gaze, quickly surveying the office.

His gaze paused for a few seconds on Amy Mansfield.

Suppressing his emotions, Barton Mansfield did not get angry at his sister’s miserable state but instead looked calmly at Nora Scott, respectfully asking, "May I ask, Master Scott, who struck first?"

"Ask her."

Nora Scott glanced at the floor without much interest, hands in pockets, looking indifferent and cold.

"It was me."

Regaining her breath, Amy Mansfield uttered the two words, enduring the pain.

Barton Mansfield’s brow tightened.

He knew Amy Mansfield’s impulsive nature, sometimes acting rashly, hence he repeatedly taught her to be patient, never expecting—

She truly resorted to violence.

Yet, he didn’t believe that it was entirely Amy Mansfield’s fault that the two got into a fight.

Glancing at the indifferent Nora Scott, Barton Mansfield took a moment, first picking up a pair of high heels on the ground, then stepped over to Amy Mansfield’s side, his gaze stopping briefly on the coat draped over her legs, before picking it up and setting it aside, then bending down to help her up.

Amy Mansfield’s knee was injured, standing caused her brows to knit in pain, exhaling a light breath after a couple of seconds.

She looked at the coat Barton Mansfield had put down, and then at the detached, indifferent Nora Scott, her brows slightly furrowed, yet lacking the imagined fury and hatred.

Supporting Amy Mansfield, Barton Mansfield looked again at Nora Scott, slightly pursing his lips, quietly said, "Master Scott, I will provide you with an explanation regarding this matter."

After saying this, he helped the limping Amy Mansfield and left the office.

All eyes followed the siblings until Barton Mansfield helped Amy Mansfield into another office.

"Master Scott, about this matter..."

Minister Robbins was a bit awkward.

He wanted to leave directly like Barton Mansfield.

Unable to react in time, he was a step too late, and by the time he wanted to follow, it was too late.

The office was a mess.

The bookshelf was knocked askew, stuck in a corner gap; the floor lamp was smashed, broken in two, with shards of the lampshade all over the floor; the computer on the desk was toppled, and the screen shattered; the coffee table and sofa bore signs of having been moved...

Someone had to tidy it up.

"Call in the logistics team, replace what’s needed, discard what’s necessary, and clean up." Nora Scott casually ordered.

"Yes." Minister Robbins nodded, then couldn’t wait to ask, "Master Scott, is there anything else you need?"

Nora Scott raised an eyelid, "Yes."

"..."

Minister Robbins’s heart skipped a beat.

He didn’t expect, Nora Scott tilted her head and glanced at a spot, "The water cooler is out of water."

"...I’ll have someone replace it immediately."

Minister Robbins quickly responded.

After pausing for two seconds and seeing that Nora Scott had no other instructions, they quickly retreated.

As for those gathering at the entrance to watch, they didn’t dare linger either. They didn’t even have the courage to make eye contact with Nora Scott, all hurriedly dispersed and returned to their posts.

The people left, and the door closed.

Nora Scott’s eyebrows knitted together as she pulled up the sleeve of her right hand, revealing a long blood mark.

The wound wasn’t deep; a bit of blood had seeped out, but hadn’t yet soaked the fabric of the sleeve.

Amy Mansfield knew some basic fighting skills, not formal martial arts. She grew up learning grappling and combat, moves intended to be lethal, and had some combat experience. Nora Scott found it somewhat difficult to deal with and accidentally got her elbow scratched by a wire, leaving her with a "medal."

"Tsk."

Confirming that the wound would scab over quickly, Nora Scott frowned but didn’t bother with it, heading directly to the sofa.

She kicked the displaced sofa back a bit and sat down nonchalantly.

...

Amy Mansfield’s Office.

Sitting quietly on the sofa, Amy Mansfield had Barton’s jacket draped over her shoulders, and she was barefoot on the floor.

After sitting for a moment, she had somewhat regained her composure. Her face wasn’t as pale as when she came back, but the scratches and bruises on her face, elbows, knees, and calves were still obvious.

Barton stood by the window, opening it, and lit a cigarette.

After taking a few puffs, he turned back, frowning as he looked at Amy.

After a long silence, he asked, "Were you injured in a critical area? Need to go to the hospital?"

"No, she avoided any vital spots."

This surprised Amy quite a bit.

She had been furious at the time and knowing Nora Scott had some martial arts background, she didn’t hold back, specifically aiming for Nora Scott’s fatal spots.

Yet, Nora Scott restrained herself.

Grappling and combat are typically a matter of life and death, focusing on critical targets.

Orthodox martial arts have their own proud spirit, focused on sparring.

With Nora Scott’s martial arts prowess, if she were genuinely sparring with Amy, Amy wouldn’t have been able to hold out so long or leave the office in such disarray.

So Amy only suffered some superficial wounds. At most, the final fall was a bit harsh, requiring some time to recover.

"She managed to avoid critical areas while fighting you?" Barton was astonished.

"Mm."

Amy admitted frankly.

Barton’s gaze deepened.

The two of them were orphans, taken in by Biel Hall since childhood. Besides a formal education, they had training in skills, intelligence, and various other aspects from a young age.

In terms of skills, Amy could easily take on four or five strong men alone.

It was rare to encounter anyone who could disadvantage Amy.

But now—

She was completely outmatched.

Boss Alex mentioned once that Nora Scott had learned some martial arts, but they didn’t pay much attention. — Who doesn’t have a bit of skill?

But given the situation, the description "learned a bit" was seriously understated.

After pondering for a moment, Barton didn’t think too deeply. Instead, he dealt with the current issues absent-mindedly.

He asked, "How did you end up fighting with her?"

Bringing this up made Amy angry.

She told Barton the cause of the incident, her being penalized to write a review, and her confrontation with Nora Scott, explaining everything one by one.

Barton listened in silence and finally walked over to the coffee table to stub his cigarette in the ashtray.

"As a Hall Master, she doesn’t act like one. Abuse of power for personal gain? Can’t believe she could do such a thing. She’s only been here twice and caused a pile of discontent. In just half an hour, the entire fourth floor was complaining about her—"

Not finishing his sentence, Barton cut her off directly, "Where’s your assistant?"

"She—" Amy was taken aback and glanced towards the door, "Why?"

Barton said sternly, "Instigating conflicts with leadership, fire her."

Amy frowned, "She spoke the truth."

"Even so, it wasn’t her place to say."

Barton shed his usual gentle manner, appearing cold, with a cloud of dark aura surrounding his expression.

Wanting to argue back, but upon seeing Barton’s expression, Amy paused, holding back her words.

Bothered by the mess at hand, Barton frowned, loosened his tie a bit, and asked, "Do you know what kind of punishment there is for initiating action against a Hall Master?"

Biting her lip, Amy’s expression was defiant, unwilling to back down, "I started it; I’ll accept whatever punishment there is."

Barton narrowed his eyes, focusing intently on her, "What if the punishment is expulsion from Biel Hall?"

"..."

Amy froze.

Unlike members who joined later, leaving meant only a loss of benefits for them. For her, having grown up in Biel Hall, all her memories were here. This was her home.

Expulsion from Biel Hall?

Such a result would be tantamount to taking her life.

"I’ve told you time and again to bear with it, to endure—it’ll pass. Haven’t you been listening?" Barton lit another cigarette after a few words of reprimand, frowning, "This depends on whether she pursues it. Even if she doesn’t, having defied and offended authority, you can’t stay at headquarters any longer."