Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 691 - 432: Why Isn’t Marshall Ferreira Dead Yet? (2)
"Hmm."
Nora responded coolly.
Benjamin estimated that the youth was in trouble, so he switched topics and asked, "Steamed or braised?"
"Chop him up and make several flavors."
Nora spoke nonchalantly, extremely cold-hearted.
"Okay." Benjamin replied with a smile, rather upbeat, "Wait for the news."
From beginning to end, Benjamin didn’t ask a single extra question, complying with Nora’s request without knowing the reason.
— Anyway, he’s been setting up some informants in Fenton City recently, so he can still gather intel.
"Damn."
Grinding her teeth, Nora cursed, still angry, and tossed the phone aside.
Pedro saw it, held Nora’s hand, and gently squeezed to soothe her, "Don’t be angry."
But as soon as he spoke, Nora’s glance swept over with a killing aura, leaving Pedro stunned.
After a few seconds of consideration, Pedro sympathetically offered advice, "How about you stay angry for a bit more?"
"...Damn."
Nora cursed again, driven to laughter by Pedro.
After a while, Nora’s mood eased, and she turned her head, "I just feel that when you’re young, striving for something, you can fail openly, but shouldn’t be stopped for such dirty reasons."
Pedro quietly watched her.
Nora lowered her eyes, then lifted them suddenly and smiled, "After all, there are many things to experience in the future."
Half a year ago, she wasn’t familiar with Marcus and Oliver, suddenly acquired two brothers, not very used to it, so didn’t care much about them. After spending more time together, she found these two were not like other teenagers, mature, rational, and particularly excellent.
As their sister, she occasionally wanted to worry about them but couldn’t find the opportunity.
Excellent people will go to broader worlds. They’ll experience many things and witness much injustice in the future, but that’s all future matters. So sometimes Nora would think when they are not yet adults, the environment should be relatively clean and relaxed.
Didn’t expect to meet such a scumbag like Marshall.
Pedro understood Nora’s thoughts.
—Occasionally, Nora would mention people she met in her youth, so certainly, she must’ve been protected while she walked through those times without specific knowledge of this world.
For those of us roaming the Martial World, there’s a fondness for perpetuating a certain spirit, an indescribable kind. It’s akin to "The world offers me tenderness, and I’ll return equal tenderness to the world," especially from one generation to the next.
Thus, Pedro sighed softly, thought for a moment, and suggested, "If you want their efforts not to go to waste, you can give them a different platform."
"Hmm?"
Nora slightly turned her head.
"There are more competitions than just this one—"
With a glint in his eye, Pedro wanted to detail the various big competitions to her, ensuring fairness without involving Marcus and Oliver, as well as international platforms.
But before he finished, Nora interrupted.
"Ah, I got it."
Nora raised an eyebrow, and the earlier vexed emotions faded a bit.
Pedro: ?
...
Nora, a woman of action, hadn’t even reached home before calling Marcus, asking if he wanted to take part in a Mecha variety show during summer break. Marcus, having long adapted to not opposing her ideas, voiced no objection, casually asking Oliver, who was using drawing to regain hand feel after his right hand recovered. Hearing Nora’s name, regardless of the request, he instantly agreed without hesitation.
Thus, the two brothers quickly gave Nora a definite answer.
Once the call ended, Nora promptly rummaged through her handbag, found a business card received a month ago, and dialed up to Danilo Mill, the planner of Mech Battle.
This decisive action made Pedro swallow many non-entertainment events.
—Let her be.
When Danilo heard Nora’s voice, he didn’t react immediately, dazed for a moment before trembling at the self-introduced caller, nearly dropped the phone.
...Whoa?
The top-stream personally calling him?
"....What do you think?"
After brief explanations, Nora courteously asked.
Danilo was immersed in shock of "Whoa, top-stream call," and upon hearing Nora’s inquiry, nodded without thinking, "Yes, yes."
Then suddenly recalling Nora’s request, almost biting his tongue, he forcibly changed his tune, "However, I’m not authorized to make decisions. Can I ask the director and producer? We just finished a meeting; they’re all in the office, it’ll be quick to ask."
"Alright."
Nora never procrastinated. As soon as she agreed, she hung up, waiting for Danilo and the program team to finalize the conclusion.
— Though she estimated that this thing was pretty certain.
What program team wanting to make money would reject the top-stream’s two excellent brothers and a high-quality Mecha igniting whole internet buzz lately?
Seeing Nora hang up, Pedro hesitated before deciding to mention to Nora, "Do you know which platform produces Mech Battle?"
"Hmm?"
Nora skeptically glanced over.
Pedro: "Cool Ridge’s archrival."
"..."
Nora was at a loss for words.
Paused briefly, Nora suddenly laughed, raised a hand, and patted Pedro’s shoulder, suggesting, "Using ’archrival makes a big profit’ to exchange for ’Nora and Pedro sever CP relationship,’ not a loss, eh."
Saying so, she dragged out a tune, "—My underground romance boyfriend."
"..."
At this moment, Pedro fully understood what ’hoist with his own petard’ means.
*
Mech Battle had long begun recording, celebrity guests and team Mechas were already decided, and profound competitions had been fiercely lobbied back-and-forth.
Now suddenly adding new teams, only through an imminent "challenge match."
Because connected to Mecha and Nora, Danilo focused on Oliver and Marcus’ matters, aware of these two and Mecha’s popularity. Before finding the director and producer, he already had a plan—they might agree.
However, unexpectedly, just as he mentioned it, the director and producer exchanged glances, simultaneously slapped their thighs.
"Agree, why not?!"
"Heat brings itself here, why shut it out?!"
Less than five minutes, this matter was settled.
Always thinking the program team was sloppy, Danilo recalibrated his understanding towards the program team, then turned around, enthusiastically dialed up Nora, eagerly announcing the good news to her.
Nora anticipated no less.
*
Returning to Cloudwater Haven, Nora tossed aside her attentive boyfriend who came to greet her, and went to her home. After turning around, she found Marcus and Oliver in the study again.
She explained the matter to them.
Both were stunned, "That fast?"
Nora "Hmm’d" once.
After notifying, seeing Oliver seated at the desk drawing schematics, and Marcus sitting cross-legged on the floor unfolding familiar blueprints, she raised an eyebrow.
She asked, "What are you doing?"
Oliver responded, "Since withdrawing from the competition, there’s still some time until classes start, brother thought to renovate his house according to your interior design blueprint, so we’re studying it—"
Halfway through, pausing, Oliver shook the sketch pen gripping right hand, saying, "I’m simply practicing."
Nora raised an eyebrow, her glance fell on Marcus, "Your home?"
"Yeah."
Marcus slightly nodded.
"About to be a senior, you have time?" Nora chuckled, briefly asked.
"..."
Marcus momentarily didn’t know how to answer.
Now, it’s just the blueprint research and contacting the renovation team phase. Given it’s a mechanical schematic, Marcus estimated, until after college entrance exams, might not even find a suitable renovation team.
Nora seemed to notice, a corner of her lips curled, "This, ordinary design teams can’t do, won’t understand, lack experience. I have a regularly collaborated artisan team, need it?"
Paused, Marcus didn’t hesitate much, trusting Nora directly, "Hmm’d" a nod.
But Oliver leaned back on the chair, slightly tilted his head, curiously asked, "Sis, why would you collaborate with an artisan team?"
