Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 784 - 501: New Hall Rules [01] Senior Sister Pays a Visit

Morning sunlight is warm and a gentle breeze is blowing.

It’s the weekend, and Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott have finished their early reading. The former consciously goes to the kitchen to cook, while the latter opens the door leading to the balcony to water the flowers and plants on time.

Just then, the sound of the front door being suddenly pushed open is heard—

Oliver takes two steps back, looks back at the entrance, "Brother-in-law—"

The words stop abruptly.

He stands there, dumbstruck.

It’s a woman, looking about the same age as Nora Scott, with short hair, wearing casual clothes. Her appearance is delicate and pretty, but at first glance, she feels not "beautiful" but "cool".

Heroic and dashing.

The unique and dashing temperament seemed to be derived from somewhere unknown.

He vaguely seems to have seen it in his military relatives.

The woman changed her shoes in the entrance with familiarity, took a few steps inside, saw Oliver at a glance, slightly tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Scott family brother, or Shaw family brother?"

"Scott family." Oliver replied instinctively, stumbled a bit, then asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Your sister’s fellow disciple, Fátima."

As she finished speaking, the woman had already walked to Nora’s bedroom door, reaching out to grasp the handle.

"Miss Morton!" Upon seeing this, Oliver raised his voice urgently, reminding her, "My sister is not awake yet, and she has a bad morning temper."

"I know."

As soon as she finished, Fátima pushed the door open and went in.

Oliver blinked.

At this moment, Marcus Shaw came out, having heard the noise. He glanced at the bedroom door that was now closed, turned his head to look at Oliver, and the two exchanged glances.

...

Nora Scott was awakened by the sound of a flute.

Though it couldn’t be considered melodious, it was intermittent, and the skill level should be above hers.

Pedro Langley?

Too noisy.

Nora furrowed her brows in annoyance, scratched her head, got up and flung the quilt aside, then shuffled out in her slippers, peering toward the source of the sound—the study.

The result was, at this look, her drowsiness was instantly gone.

Her eyebrows drooped, and she forcibly suppressed her morning temper, calling, "Little Senior Sister."

"Morning."

The flute playing stopped, Fátima leaned against the window, twirling Julian Linfield’s bamboo flute in her hand, then looked at Nora, a light smile on her lips, "Not sleeping anymore?"

"..."

Nora silently touched her ears.

— She was finally beginning to understand the feelings of Julian Linfield, Pedro Langley, Marcus Shaw, and Oliver Scott.

After washing up, Nora, still tired, checked her phone. It was only seven in the morning, and she suspiciously looked at Fátima, who was admiring her study room, "Where did you come from?"

"Upstairs."

Fátima was fiddling with her desk’s hidden compartment.

Raising her gaze a bit, Nora raised an eyebrow, "Living with Camilo Nogueira?"

"Next door."

Finding a small device, Fátima casually put it in her pocket, speaking in an offhand manner, "He bought two apartments and gave one to his brother, just next door."

"..."

So she and her little senior sister were neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

With such thoughts, seeing Fátima’s familiar actions, Nora couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "In just a few minutes, how many things have you looted from me?"

Fátima replied casually, "The gangsters heard I was coming to your house and told me to grab more of your trinkets."

"..."

The "gangsters" Fátima referred to were her team members.

Nora had met Fátima’s teammates. One named April Thomason had gotten along with her immediately. They had become sworn sisters, and Nora had given April some mechanical toys.

Supposedly, the team’s people were quite envious.

It seems that the reason for coming to see her little junior sister early in the morning was just an excuse, and the main purpose was to raid extensively.

After inspecting all the mechanisms in Nora’s study and pilfering a few items, Fátima tilted her head, "There are more in the study room, right?"

"...Yeah."

Nora sighed.

Fátima chuckled, opened the door, and before leaving, leisurely left a sentence, "Everyone has prepared gifts for you, go upstairs and get them later."

Nora ambled behind her.

...

Fátima had returned to Fenton City last night, alone, as her husband did not have a day off. Since she is currently pregnant, four to five months, living alone is evidently not feasible. Neither the Morton Family nor the Nogueira Family’s parents allowed this, so she had to leave after staying for two days.

Staying here was firstly to see Nora, and secondly for some issue regarding Biel Hall’s regulations.

"Here."

In the study, while admiring her own calligraphy and paintings, Fátima casually tossed a document to Nora.

Nora Scott reached out and grabbed it, asking, "What is this?"

Fátima’s gaze fell on Charlotte Mason’s calligraphy and painting, her expression was quite conflicted, "An official intelligence agency ID."

The ID had Fátima’s name and photo on it, but she clearly didn’t work for this intelligence agency. Nora Scott asked suspiciously, "Not yours, right?"

"Got it from a friend." Fátima simply took down Charlotte Mason’s calligraphy and painting, and said casually, "It’s a temporary ID, guaranteed genuine."

Fátima had profound capabilities, especially with official agencies. Her network was vast, and many things others found nearly impossible were easily done by her.

If she said the ID was real, then it was certainly not fake.

Nora Scott asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"The semi-official intelligence agency is changing its rules, with permission from the official intelligence agency and sending personnel for supervision—" Fátima raised an eyebrow and laughed lazily, "Isn’t that right?"

"...In reality?"

Fátima shrugged, "They don’t really care."

"..."

Knew it.

Returning the ID to Fátima, Nora Scott proactively found the little gadgets hidden in the study and handed them over to Fátima, noticing that Fátima seemed to want to take her mother Charlotte Mason’s calligraphy and painting, she couldn’t help but ask a question.

Fátima said, "For my grandfather—your mentor."

"Hmm?"

Fátima said indifferently, "To let him witness his daughter’s poor calligraphy and paintings."

Nora Scott: "..."

You two really know how to undermine each other.

...

Though it had been two years since the two sister apprentices last met, there were still plenty of topics to talk about. Neither was interested in recounting the past, so they glossed over it with just a few words.

The main topic of discussion turned out to be the new rules of the hall.

With guests present, Marcus Shaw conscientiously made an extra serving of noodles, placing them on the table. After exchanging a glance with Oliver Scott, Oliver consciously ran to knock on the study door.

"Sis, Miss Morton, breakfast is ready!"

Oliver shouted through the door.

Soon, the door opened, revealing not Nora Scott but the cool and stylish young woman. She had a unique aura, attracting Oliver’s gaze for a few more moments.

Fátima asked with interest, "I heard your mecha robots are really impressive?"

"..."

Used to the indifference of Nora Scott and her friends towards mechas, seeing someone interested suddenly left Oliver momentarily unresponsive.

Fátima chuckled and asked again, "When can I see them?"

Oliver immediately said, "Free this morning."

Marcus Shaw: "..." Didn’t someone last night say with great certainty they were going to be buried in homework over the weekend?

For some reason, Nora Scott glanced at Fátima, feeling that her junior sister had become more easygoing in the two years they hadn’t seen each other.

She used to always exchange words with Oliver—

"How about testing your skills?"

*

After breakfast, Fátima stayed at Nora Scott’s home, hanging out with Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw.

Nora Scott had an appointment to meet Richard Carter and had to go out, but felt quite at ease leaving the three of them at home.

However, just after driving to her destination, she received a "complaint" call from Oliver Scott—

"Sis, your little apprentice sister... who is she?"

Oliver’s voice was low, sounding tired out like his worldview had been turned upside down.

"Hmm?"

Nora was puzzled.

"Showed her Golden Lightning, demonstrated it twice, and she completely mastered it. Her proficiency with the remote is comparable to my brother."

"Playing games with her, while others use hacks, she directly hacked into their computers."

"Moreover, she even specifically called someone to get a quirky virus, making a stick figure sing ’Surrender’ on someone else’s computer. My brother told me her hacking skills aren’t top-notch but still first-rate."

Listening to Oliver’s complaints, Nora couldn’t help but laugh, asking, "Didn’t I mention it?"

Oliver was puzzled, "Mention what?"

Nora parked the car, unhurriedly saying, "She knows a bit of everything."

Oliver: "..."

"While studying at the National University of Science, she basically touched on every subject." Nora unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and continued, "A self-taught national weapon, no need for the motherland to expend effort training her."

"..."

Awe at the big shot.

Oliver was left speechless.

Nora arrived at her destination, walked into the restaurant, and after scanning the room, saw a young man standing up and waving over at her.

"Hanging up now."

Ending the call, Nora walked over briskly.