Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 976 - 661: Loulanel City [07] The Boss Lady Is Here!

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In the campsite.

All sounds quieted down, and eyes focused on the scar-faced man and Annabelle Pinto.

Even the people the scar-faced man brought couldn’t help but stare at the scene, their expressions somewhat odd.

The two exchanged a few words.

Then, Annabelle Pinto held a blade in her hand, her expression calm, and said word by word to the scar-faced man, "It’s easy to talk about money, let’s just be friends. Do me a favor."

The scar-faced man frowned.

——Where did this woman come from, casually throwing a name, wanting him to do her a favor? Who does she think she is?

The scar-faced man has a violent temper, treating April Thomason special was an exception, but it doesn’t mean he’s tolerant to everyone who dares to challenge him.

In a second, his face turned cold, intending to make this woman leave.

Just at this moment——

Two car headlights flashed over, making everyone squint. The sound of engines and machinery rushed swiftly, and in a blink, an off-road vehicle darted from the road to the campsite, the crowd scattering as it drifted smoothly to a stop in front of the scar-faced man and Annabelle Pinto.

Everyone raised their eyes, surprised.

Members of the expedition team began discussing:

"Is it Nora Scott?"

"Is she courting death?"

"Come on, why rush here instead of calling the police, does she have to be so stupid?!"

...

While they were complaining in whispers, the people brought by the scar-faced man swarmed toward the off-road vehicle.

At this moment, the car door on the driver’s side was pulled open.

A tall and slender figure stepped down, an unmatched beauty under the moonlight with a carefree heroic aura, cool and stunning. Just one look made the heart involuntarily speed up.

She raised her eyes, her expression lazy and relaxed, her gaze landing straight on the scar-faced man, her red lips curling, "So lively, huh?"

"..."

The little speech the scar-faced man was about to give Annabelle Pinto got swallowed back successfully. His throat moved slightly, and he stared blankly at Nora Scott for two seconds, then shifted his gaze.

He waved his hand, giving a brief order to the people beside him, "Put down the stuff, we’re leaving."

Everyone: ?

Few noticed that when the scar-faced man turned to walk to his car, the tips of his ears were red, his expression not at all comfortable.

He held absolute authority in the team; once he spoke, even if his mates were puzzled or hugely doubtful, they would obey his orders. Thus, they dropped goods and money, released the group they had trapped, and followed the scar-faced man onto the car.

Of course, some who knew Nora Scott... understood very well, retreating quickly.

Who would dare rob this lady’s path!

Expedition team: "..."

Sisters team: "..."

What just happened?

Annabelle Pinto said one sentence, Nora Scott said one, and the scar-faced man left just like that?

Did they miss some crucial information just now?

"Miss Pinto!" Felipe Clark came over with a bruised eye, grateful as he spoke to Annabelle Pinto, "Thanks to you. You surely know this place well, saying just one sentence made that group leave."

With Felipe Clark’s endorsement, it became natural for everyone to credit Annabelle Pinto with the success.

Everyone starts praising.

"Miss Pinto, you’re incredible!"

"How did you do it? Do you know someone he’s scared of?"

"Who exactly are you, Miss Pinto, to make those ferocious robbers give in with just a word? Also... I just saw the leader turning red-faced when he left, did he fall in love at first sight, feeling shy around Miss Pinto?"

...

Under the influence of the expedition team, even the professor came over to apologize to Annabelle Pinto.

Meanwhile, the Sisters looked at Annabelle Pinto with newfound respect.

Luna Durant: "Is this Annabelle Pinto someone important?"

Stella Durant: "Probably."

"I’ve heard they broke a car at noon and got a new one because of her connections." Luna Durant mused, touching her chin.

Stella Durant thought for a moment, "Avoid crossing her the next few days, if possible, befriend her."

"But I—"

"The enemy of your enemy is a friend." Stella Durant glanced at her, "You can’t please her, at least criticize Nora Scott with her, can’t you?"

Luna Durant: "..." She’s truly adept at that.

*

Nora Scott casually leaned by the car, watching Annabelle Pinto surrounded by everyone, raising her hand to touch her nose, feeling like she’s watching a comedic play.

"Sis-in-law."

Frank Ford suddenly poked his head out of the window, calling her.

Nora Scott lowered her gaze, shooting him a sidelong glance, "What?"

"I feel like the leader left because he saw you?" Frank Ford asked skeptically.

From inside the car, being closer to the scar-faced man, Frank Ford noticeably saw his cold and merciless demeanor towards Annabelle Pinto, which only began to change once Nora Scott stepped out, his expression even turning somewhat flustered.

"Possible," Nora Scott replied leisurely, "After all, I’m so good-looking."

Frank Ford: "..."

Passing by, a member of the expedition team overheard Nora Scott’s words, staggered a bit, casting her a look of disbelief—shocked that there’s such a shameless woman, almost unworthy of her celestial-like exquisite face.

Nora Scott paid no mind.

Frank Ford wisely ceased discussing this, pushed the car door open, and jumped down, saying, "I’ll go set up the tent."

"I’ll—"

"No need, I’ll handle it." Frank Ford was quite gentlemanly in this regard.

Nora Scott thought about it, agreed with an "Alright," then circled around the car’s front and left. Frank Ford glanced, seeing she was heading towards April Thomason and Jared Oliveira.

Nora Scott walked over, exchanged a meaningful glance with April Thomason, then walked straight to their off-road vehicle.

In no time, April Thomason called Jared Oliveira, and the two got into the car together.

"Sis."

Jared Oliveira got into the car and greeted Nora Scott.

"Have Annabelle Pinto and the Sisters Durant made any moves?" Nora Scott asked directly, skipping the pleasantries.

"Annabelle Pinto has," Jared Oliveira reported honestly. "She asked if I have any interest in Mechanism City."

"Here." Nora Scott handed him a tiny earbud. "Put this on. From now on, whenever you communicate, I’ll guide you."

"Oh, okay."

It was Jared Oliveira’s first time encountering such a high-tech gadget, and he toyed with it eagerly for a while, until Nora Scott shot him a chilly glance that made him obediently put the earbud away.

"Sis," Jared Oliveira said, "You’re skilled in Mechanical Techniques. This trip, you’re headed for Mechanism City, right? But they’re looking for the Living Map for the entrance, and having me pretend to be the Living Map doesn’t benefit you."

Nora Scott asked him coldly, "How do you know the Living Map wouldn’t hear about someone impersonating her and come after you to kill you?"

"..."

Jared Oliveira was startled and shivered.

"Don’t worry," Nora Scott patted his shoulder with a laugh, "Sis will protect you."

"...Does the Living Map have more influence in the northwest than you do?" Jared Oliveira swallowed nervously and asked cautiously.

Nora Scott, who was smiling just a second ago, suddenly retracted her smile, her eyes turning frosty and her voice filled with a hint of menace, "Do you want to die right now?"

"..." Jared Oliveira felt his whole body stiffen and immediately swore, "Sis, my heart is entirely yours."

He saw everything clearly.

Whether it’s an inspection team or a sisters team, they were all played around by Nora Scott, completely not her match. At this point, he definitely had to cling tightly to Nora Scott.

Not to mention——

She found a truly formidable assistant!

If he hadn’t been trying to maintain the image of the Living Map earlier, he would have knelt to April Thomason right then and there.

"Get going," Nora Scott instructed, "Give them a chance, let them try to hook up with you."

Jared Oliveira sighed, opened the car door, then suddenly recalled something, turned back to look at Nora Scott, and crossed his arms over his chest, "You’re not asking me to offer myself——"

"Don’t dawdle," April Thomason in the passenger seat couldn’t stand it anymore, rubbed her ear, and glanced back, "Look at them, then look at yourself. Do you think they would choose you?"

Jared Oliveira touched his face, "I’m not that bad looking."

"Scram."

April Thomason threw him an eye-roll.

"Oh."

Jared Oliveira shivered and quickly opened the door to get out of the car.

The door closed.

April Thomason and Nora Scott did not get out.

"Sis." April Thomason crossed her legs and arms, and asked Nora Scott with interest, "Don’t you think I look more like the Living Map? I’m pretty, skilled, and knowledgeable... Better than that punk."

Nora Scott: "..."

Not contacting April Thomason beforehand was her oversight.

"Isn’t that right?" April Thomason pressed.

"Yes."

Nora Scott nodded.

April Thomason was satisfied, raised a liquor flask, and asked Nora Scott, "Drink?"

After a moment’s glance, Nora Scott shook her head, "I can’t hold my liquor."

"How dull." April Thomason thought for a moment, then beckoned to her, "Come on, let’s get some fresh air."

Nora Scott gave a soft "Mm," and exited the car with her.

*

The next day, on the road.

Annabelle Pinto and the Sisters Durant, indeed couldn’t hold back, took turns visiting Jared Oliveira, discussing cooperation with Lanel City, throwing out one condition after another. Nora Scott remotely guided Jared Oliveira to keep both sides engaged without committing, causing both factions to grow anxious.

Afternoon, 2 PM.

The convoy arrived at another stopping place.

Felipe Clark was the first to get out of the car, checking the numbers, and upon pulling out his list, he noticed a missing vehicle and immediately raised his voice to ask, "Where are Nora Scott and Frank Ford?"

"They left, said they were going to another restaurant to eat," someone answered loudly. "They’ll be back before assembly."

Felipe Clark frowned.

He hadn’t even spoken yet when others started to complain.

"So much fuss."

"They’re so special."

"Playing big shots as expected. Frank Ford fawning over the celebrity, does he intend to break into showbiz?"

...

At that point, the professor walked over and gave them a glance.

They immediately fell silent.

The professor shook his head and walked away.

*

Elsewhere.

In a certain restaurant, a very rundown joint, a few tables were set outside, and inside some people gathered around playing cards, with a few more tables, enveloped in smoke.

Suddenly, someone rushed in——

"Steel! It’s here! It’s here!"

Slamming the cards in hand onto the table, the scar-faced man scowled and asked impatiently, "Who’s here?!"

The man shouted hurriedly, "The Madam!"

"..."

Several tables of people immediately fell silent.