Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 836 - 542: Mechanism City [12] Nora Scott Is a True Vase, Her Persona Is All an Act_3

After all, in the public’s mind, Nora Scott is just a complete flower vase...

"..."

Nora Scott looked coolly at Oliver Scott.

Oliver Scott shrank his neck.

"Shishu, stop acting. This identity is really holding you back," Benjamin Durant genuinely suggested to Nora Scott, "Lower your prestige!"

Nora Scott: "..."

Hit by Nora Scott’s cold gaze, Benjamin Durant quietly stepped back a pace.

Pedro Langley’s foot somehow stretched over, tripping him as he stepped back. He stumbled back and barely steadied himself by grabbing the car door.

Benjamin Durant glared furiously at Pedro Langley.

Pedro Langley looked at Nora Scott without any change in his expression, as if nothing had happened.

Benjamin Durant: "..." This old sly dog!

Seeing Pedro Langley take action on her behalf, Nora Scott felt a bit better and glanced at Evelyn Winter, signaling her to continue speaking.

"I found out a bit of information; it’s related to me and the Loulanel Project. But just as I was about to catch my breath, they noticed, and that very night they sent people to capture me," Evelyn Winter continued, "After that, I came to the northwest, hoping to find an old friend—more accurately, my master’s old friend—to ask what exactly is going on."

Nora Scott became interested, "Easton’s old friend?"

"Yes," Evelyn Winter nodded, "He was also a participant in the Loulanel Project."

"Isn’t this project confidential?" Eli Linfield couldn’t help but cut in, his tone mischievous, "How come everyone knows about it, and nobody can keep their mouth shut?"

Evelyn Winter looked at her again.

Eli Linfield: "..."

Clement Winter sighed heavily, advising, "Neil, just shut up. Otherwise, you’re gonna get punched."

"..."

Eli Linfield glared at him.

Clement Winter remained unbothered.

Not wanting to waste words with Eli Linfield, Evelyn Winter directly said, "I know it was an accident."

About thirty years ago, Evelyn Winter was still studying Mechanical Techniques under Antonio Easton.

It was a Friday.

After school, Evelyn Winter usually went to the alley to study with Antonio Easton. But that day, school ended early, and she went an hour ahead of time.

Just in time to see a guest visiting, chatting with Antonio Easton at home.

Evelyn Winter overheard their conversation at the door.

"Honestly, I’ve forgotten most of it," Evelyn Winter said, "My master’s old friend was one of the core engineers that year. They talked about the destruction of the blueprints, but the things trapped in Mechanism City are ultimately a threat and would definitely restart Mechanism City in the future. He asked my master if he wanted to keep a backup."

Benjamin Durant asked, "How to keep it?"

After a two-second pause, Evelyn Winter slightly closed her eyes, then opened them again and said, "Redraw the blueprints."

Benjamin Durant was surprised, "Can something like that be done?"

Designing blueprints and restoring blueprints are not on the same level.

Designing blueprints required each engineer to be responsible for different departments, consuming the team’s effort, wisdom, and time. If they could gather everyone again, it would be feasible, but once the team disbanded, they vanished without a trace and remained anonymous while together.

"Yes." Evelyn Winter said confidently, "My master is the only one who can accomplish it."

Eli Linfield couldn’t help but speak up, "One person?"

"Yeah."

Evelyn Winter replied.

Eli Linfield muttered to himself, "This is god-like, restoring the blueprints of a city—"

"..."

Nora Scott lowered her eyelids, not saying anything.

While others deemed it impossible... she knew Antonio Easton indeed had that capability.

Just like Michael Quinn possessed photographic memory and replication ability;

Just like Henry Chapman could remember scripts and faces even after five years;

Just like Benjamin Durant’s five senses surpassed ordinary people, making him a natural gourmet;

Just like Humphrey Jennings could become a precise machine effortlessly meeting all of Benjamin Durant’s harsh demands;

...

These people are rare.

But they indeed exist.

Not to mention Antonio Easton’s mechanical expertise far surpassed hers. Even if it were her, restoring blueprints she designed, with effort, would yield results indistinguishable from the originals.

Pedro Langley leaned by the door, appearing indifferent, pondering over something. After a moment, he asked Evelyn Winter, "Did they succeed?"

"I don’t know." Evelyn Winter shook her head, "It’s not something that could be restored overnight. When I overheard it, my master seemed to be considering his old friend’s suggestion. After that—well, anyway, I got caught."

"..."

No one spoke.

Evelyn Winter continued, "In the following years, I did meet my master’s old friend, about once a year. —I just found out my master agreed to restore the blueprints, and his old friend came to my master to study them together."

Oliver Scott listened with keen interest, eagerly asking, "Winter, did you find this old friend?"

"He passed away a few years ago."

"..."

"However, I did gain something," Evelyn Winter said, her mouth dry, taking a sip of water before continuing, "I found a set of blueprints among his belongings, likely drawn by my master. But I can’t understand it, and it probably isn’t the complete blueprint of Mechanism City—"

Evelyn Winter looked at Nora Scott.

Full of hope.

Confident and flamboyant as ever, Nora Scott faced Evelyn Winter’s gaze. Feeling slightly uncertain, after hesitating for a moment, she slowly said, "I might understand a bit."

"Shishu, humility doesn’t suit you!" Benjamin Durant was taken aback by her, exclaiming, "You should have the—what does the Mechanism Arts Circle count for?"

Nora Scott coolly glared at him, "You know the prowess of your shishu’s grandpa?"

Benjamin Durant: "..." Alright, unknown.

"Haven’t seen it, so don’t know." Nora Scott rubbed the back of her neck, raised her eyebrows, and spoke very conservatively, "I can take a look."

Evelyn Winter was a bit surprised, pondering it over, hesitatingly marveled, "...This is the first time I’ve seen you so humble."

"Yes! Yes!"

Behind them, Eli Linfield nodded vigorously, strongly agreeing with Evelyn Winter’s statement.

In his mind, Nora Scott had always been omnipotent, not just an arrogant figure!

Humble?

Those words don’t exist in her dictionary!

"Ah, I’m a flower vase." Nora Scott leaned backward, revealing a lazy smile, leisurely saying, "But except for Easton, other mechanical technique masters—they’re trash."

Feeling implicated by her junior apprentice, Evelyn Winter: "..."

Everyone else: "..."

Alright then, let’s consider your humility rooted in respect for the elders.