Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 839 - 545: Explorer [01] Nora Scott, the Lazy Foodie

When Fátima arrived, Nora Scott was wandering around the living room in slippers, with a travel and food magazine in her hand, and a cookie in her mouth.

Upon hearing the door open, Nora instinctively wanted to throw away the cookie, but at the corner of her eye, seeing Fátima, she relaxed her brows and called out "Little Sister," continuing to flip through her magazine.

"Sir Easton asked my grandfather — your master to save these things," Fátima glanced at her, carrying a bunch of stuff over, first handing Nora a package of blueprints, saying, "They should be Sir Easton’s drawings, but I’m not very knowledgeable — I can’t understand them."

"Huh?"

Nora took them.

Then, Fátima dumped a pile of stuff onto the coffee table, "The rest are specialties your master asked me to bring you."

Nora felt incredulous: "Master knows me?"

Other than when repaying favors, James Mason could still remember her, which was truly rare.

"Additionally, Mr. Sullivan sent you something."

Fátima fished out a wooden craft from her pocket, as if she were throwing away trash.

Touching the finely crafted wooden piece, Nora casually asked, "Is Mr. Sullivan coming out?"

"He needs to stay home with the kids..." Fátima paused, "Why?"

Amos Sullivan is James Mason’s neighbor next door, a few years older than the two of them, basically growing them up. Because he had a mischievous and unruly nature, Fátima and Nora were influenced by him and would occasionally think, "I don’t want to be human, I want to be a beast."

Nora embarked on the path to become a free bodyguard, thanks to Amos Sullivan. However, after Amos got married and had children, he gradually faded from the Martial World.

"I miss his handiwork." Nora said straightforwardly.

"You’re not able to?"

Fátima glanced at her sideways.

"My hands..." Nora held the wooden piece, gently shook it, and said matter-of-factly, "are for drawing blueprints."

"..."

Who spoiled her like this?

After a while, Fátima said, "You ask him yourself."

Standing on the balcony sunbathing, Nora lowered her gaze, flipping through the magazine in her hand, saying, "You’re more persuasive than me."

"Hmm?"

"If I speak, he can scold me for half an hour — about me being lazy, spoiled, and pampered."

In this regard, Nora was quite self-aware.

"I can do that too," Fátima took a deep breath, her temple veins popping, "Want to try it?"

After a brief pause, Nora negotiated, "Can I wear earplugs first?"

"..." After pondering for three seconds, Fátima took out her phone, frowned indulgently, "Quick, what is it?"

Nora explained the matter.

At the end of the year, there is an international art exhibition she had been preparing for months, creating blueprints for Shaw’s woodworking team to handle. But they could only understand the blueprints to make the mechanism; their carving skills were lacking. Nora could have done it herself but decided against it for the Scott family’s sake, thus remembering her versatile brother, Amos Sullivan.

If Nora speaks, Amos might not help.

Because Amos has all sorts of reasons, Nora is too lazy to argue with someone. If it meant fighting Amos and winning could get Amos to agree, Nora would fly over tonight.

Fátima is different.

Fátima and Amos can communicate normally, and in Fátima’s reasoning, Amos can always be coaxed by her.

— When Little Sister takes action, it’s clear what results you’ll get.

Sure enough, Fátima didn’t even chat for a few minutes before getting Amos to agree.

Before hanging up, Amos asked Nora to get on the call.

"...Your sister-in-law is lately into ’Base No. 9,’ as long as you update twice a week, it’s all good."

Nora: "..."

While chatting with Amos, Fátima’s compulsive disorder kicked in, unable to stand the mess in the living room, she frowned cleaning up for Nora, thinking it’s lucky Nora didn’t become a soldier under her, otherwise talking about maintaining sisterly love would be out of the question, she could explode Nora’s dog head in moments.

After hanging up the phone, Nora, seemingly thinking of something, leaned in, "Little Sister, is staying at home to nourish the fetus boring?"

"...Say what you need."

Fátima didn’t fall for it at all.

"Online work suggestion?"

"..." Fátima paused her movements, turned her head to look at her, seeing her click into the Biel Hall app, understood, casually asked, "And you?"

Nora doesn’t behave like this in front of others.

But in front of her family, she’s extremely willful, pushing work onto her brothers, sisters, boyfriend, while indulging herself carefree and idle.

Even such a big organization like Biel Hall, she could be open with Fátima without reservation.

Nora frowned slightly, "Winter is approaching, it’s again the season for food hunting..."

In other words: she’s itching to run wild around the country again.

Maybe it’s because she was born in the snowy days, Nora needs to hibernate, rarely venturing out in winter. This season, she generally remains in a daze.

Especially after soaking in the river, her body can’t handle encountering winter. Last year, she couldn’t withstand it, even specially went to the Morton Family, asked Fátima’s brother for a genuine army coat, and muddled through winter like that.

Winter is about to arrive. Looking back at this year, Nora Scott hasn’t really relaxed. Soon she has to go to Yangel for the engineering project, and if she wants to take a break... she only has this little time left.

But she can’t just leave the Biel Hall matters behind.

—Isn’t her idle-to-the-point-of-sprouting-mushrooms junior sister useful?

With a flick of her wrist, the truly bored Fátima suavely grabbed Nora Scott’s phone and said, "It’s not impossible to help you—"

Nora paused, having a bad feeling.

Her eyes narrowed as Fátima warned, "Have him stay at home and drink herbal tea properly."

Nora: "..."

*

While Fátima was getting familiar with the Biel Hall job, Nora Scott, rare in her diligence, washed fruits and returned, then picked up the blueprints brought by Fátima and started flipping through them.

—She initially thought the blueprints Antonio Easton left at James Mason’s were just casual designs by Antonio Easton, nothing he took seriously.

But upon seeing the first drawing, Nora was stunned, and a sudden feeling of familiarity swept over her heart.

Standing up, Nora moved to a spacious area, casually picked up two chairs, and laid the blueprints on the ground to piece them together. The blueprints laid all over, appearing astronomical, quickly converged in Nora’s eyes to form a three-dimensional structure, creating a partially completed building.

"What’s designed here?"

Fátima walked over.

Nora’s brow gradually furrowed, "I don’t know."

Fátima raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

—Is there something on the mechanical blueprints that Nora Scott can’t understand?

"This is just a part. But I have a hunch—"

Before she finished speaking, Fátima’s phone vibrated. She glanced down and handed the phone to Nora.

It was an unfamiliar call, but from one of their own people.

Someone coming to deliver Evelyn Winter’s blueprints.

...

As Pedro Langley stepped in, he saw the floor covered in blueprints. The living room furniture was piled together, clearing up one-third of the space, yet the arrangement was still very dense. The sheer quantity of blueprints made him speechless.

Nora Scott stood in the middle of the blueprints.

Barefoot, in a long dress, a gentle breeze blew in from the balcony, lifting her skirt.

She was motionless.

In this eerie scene, Pedro Langley hesitated to disturb Nora. Seeing Fátima bringing over a glass of water, he asked, "Junior sister, what’s going on?"

"It’s been an hour like this." Fátima drank some water, leisurely said, "She’s gone into a trance, I guess."

Pedro: "..." He actually believed Nora’s bragging about the sisterly bond within the sect, probably sold by the pound for 50 cents, that kind.

Fátima added, "She probably needs some time. Want to get some food?"

"..."

Lowering his gaze slightly, he glanced at Fátima’s slightly protruding belly, Pedro Langley decided not to argue with a pregnant woman, agreeing with good humor.

...

They went to Pedro Langley’s living room next door.

Pedro made three bowls of noodles.

But when he went next door to call Nora, she had only changed to sitting cross-legged on the floor looking at the blueprints. Whatever he called out, Nora wouldn’t respond, and finally just threw back "Don’t bother me," without saying anything else.

Pedro had no choice but to return, helpless.

In the living room, Fátima took a couple of bites of noodles, paused her movement with the chopsticks when Pedro returned, and spoke unhurriedly: "Nora has quite a picky mouth."

"..."

Pedro didn’t say anything.

"If she can eat the noodles you make, it must be true love." Fátima evaluated, analyzed, then asked, "When are you getting married?"

"That’s not what’s on her mind," Pedro said.

This topic can’t be brought up with Nora.

Nora’s used to being free, roving alone in all directions. The thought of forming a family makes her scalp tingle, leaving her feeling uneasy.

Fátima suddenly said, "Winter is about to arrive."

"?"

After tasting the noodles with one bite, Fátima continued, "She’ll be home more often, it’s a good opportunity."

"..."

With this, Pedro Langley could confirm, Fátima and Nora are true sister disciples.

No reluctance in making trouble for their own.

But thanks to Fátima’s reminder, Pedro was inspired to consider moving this matter up the schedule.