Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 977 - 662: Loulanel City [08] Fiery Nora, Truly Worthy of Her Name

"Auntie!"

"..."

Suddenly, several tables became quiet.

The scar-faced man’s expression changed immediately.

After a while, someone asked, "Which auntie?"

"Which other auntie! Just the one!" The person hurriedly said, "Last time she wiped out our hideout and then stayed and freeloaded for half a month – Heavenly Immortal!"

After thinking for a moment, the scar-faced man asked rather uncomfortably, "Where is she?"

The person replied, "Outside the door, she’ll be here soon."

"..."

One second of silence.

Then, everyone started to scramble.

"Quickly, open the windows for ventilation! Auntie doesn’t like smoky places!"

"Put out the cigarettes!"

"Why is the floor so dirty? Clean it up quickly!"

...

A bunch of tough guys, even when faced with the police, weren’t this nervous. It’s just this one woman that made them panic and start to act, each with an expression like facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment—

"Bang!"

The door was fiercely kicked, hitting the wall with a loud noise, the hinge places cracked, and the door teetered on the verge of collapse.

Everyone froze and looked up.

They saw the Heavenly Immortal herself, tall and dashing, walking in carrying someone, and threw the bruised and beaten person onto the open space.

"What’s the meaning of this," Nora Scott’s eyes were sharp and fierce, her eyebrows slightly raised, her voice carrying a dangerous tone, "blocking me at the door?"

"No!" Someone’s legs softened, quickly greeting her, "This is a newcomer, doesn’t know you. How would we dare block you, the honor of your visit is a blessing to us."

As he spoke, he kicked the person next to him.

The kicked person reacted and cleverly brought over a chair, wiped it with his sleeve, and happily placed it behind Nora Scott, "Sis, please sit. We can discuss whatever slowly."

"I’m pressed for time."

"...Oh."

The person responded blankly.

Nora stepped forward, ignored the chair being cleaned, scanned the room, and then fixed her gaze on the scar-faced man’s table, walking straight over.

Everyone nervously observed this scene.

Nora walked to the table.

Someone diligently came over, wiped the long bench clean, then bowed and left.

With a lift of her leg, Nora crossed over the bench, then sat down, resting her long legs on the crossbar of the Eight Immortals table.

"Do me a favor." Raising her eyebrows at the scar-faced man, Nora said righteously, "The free kind."

Everyone: "..."

Only you dare propose such shameless conditions to Steel.

The scar-faced man straightened his back, looking at Nora sitting opposite him, his expression somewhat uneasy, but he still didn’t let go of his boss manner, speaking in a deep voice, "What do you have in mind."

"On the road coming here, some people are following us and causing trouble, can you help drag them off?" Nora said succinctly, revealing a few addresses.

The scar-faced man was already a bit confused just looking at her, his Adam’s apple slightly moved, and after she finished talking, only after a long time did he dumbly say "Oh."

No conditions are asked at all.

The younger ones held their heads, unable to bear watching.

"Straightforward." Nora smiled briefly, retracted her long legs, stood up, took out a piece of jade from her pocket, and tossed it to the scar-faced man, "A token of thanks."

A jade worth a fortune was tossed away so casually.

"..."

Everyone swallowed hard.

Back in the day, Nora had caused chaos in their den, stirring up a lot of trouble and making them clean up the mess, giving these evil-doers cold sweat, running around cleaning up after her. However, when Nora left, she casually left behind a few items.

All authentic.

Valuable.

Could match three years of their income.

Since then, they had both love and hate for this auntie, some even fearing her quite a bit. But whenever she had anything, the moment she spoke, they’d go through fire and water to accomplish it.

Nora turned and was about to leave.

"Wait."

The scar-faced man suddenly stood up, calling out to her.

Nora stopped, looked back at him, "What else is there?"

His face burning a bit, the scar-faced man took a deep breath, yet his voice seemed to be walking a tightrope, "Leaving already?"

"Not leaving."

Nora answered decisively.

She lifted her leg to walk out the door, waving her hand, "Had your kitchen prepare a meal for me."

"...Oh."

The scar-faced man, who was rejoicing a moment before, was now plunged into disappointment.

*

Nora walked out from the inner room.

Frank Ford was waiting outside for her, and upon seeing her, waved cheerfully.

"Sis, over here!" He called out to Nora, then picked up a bowl to serve her food, placing it aside, "What were you doing inside? There was such a commotion just now."

Frank Ford followed Nora Scott here, completely unaware of what she intended to do.

As soon as they arrived, Nora told him to order food outside while she went inside to meet an old friend. Frank, being easygoing, agreed and dutifully stayed outside to order.

"They’re fixing the door." Nora sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and answered casually.

Taking a bite of rice, Frank asked, "Is it fixed now?"

"No."

Frank paused for a moment, then said, "They should find professionals to fix it."

"Hmm."

Nora focused on eating.

These days, her appetite wasn’t great, perhaps due to acclimatization issues. Overall, this journey on the road wasn’t as relaxing as before.

For this reason, she forced herself to eat well.

After all, she didn’t know what she would encounter upon arriving in Lanel City, and a strong body was the prerequisite for everything.

"Sis, in the group they’re talking about meeting half an hour earlier," Frank said halfway through his meal, pulling out his constantly buzzing phone, checking it briefly, and frowning as he relayed to Nora, "They say we have to accommodate the schedule and stay at the designated place tonight."

"Oh."

"Do we need to eat faster?"

"No need."

Nora ate slowly and methodically, taking her time.

She had no appetite, and eating was already difficult, let alone speeding up.

Frank pondered for a moment, then said, "They are now..." very displeased with us.

"Tell them to go ahead, we won’t fall behind," Nora said indifferently.

"Alright."

Frank conveyed Nora’s message to the group.

There was immediate feedback in the group.

[You say you won’t fall behind, but what if you can’t keep up? We’ll still have to wait, won’t we?]

[Can’t we just eat together nicely? Why make such a fuss?]

[Big star showing off, why drag along such a burden, annoying.]

...

Frank’s phone kept buzzing continuously.

Nora, with a fiery temperament, grew annoyed listening to it, and snatched Frank’s phone.

Just when Frank suspected Nora might smash his phone the next second, he saw her glance at the chat history and then press the voice button, "Can’t keep your mouths shut while eating, huh?"

Send.

[...]

The group instantly fell silent.

—Fiery Nora, truly lives up to her name.

Although they were already half estranged from Nora, being caught by her while venting privately, and so directly mocked, they as intellectuals suddenly chickened out, not daring to confront her openly, but resorting to complaining about Nora at the dinner table.

As for how harsh their complaints were, Nora and Frank wouldn’t know.

Anyway, they couldn’t hear it.

...

After dinner, Frank eagerly offered to pay, but the owner dared not accept.

Nora didn’t let Frank pay, grabbed him by the collar, and tossed him onto the SUV.

"Sis, let me drive—"

"You’re too slow," Nora buckled her seatbelt, shot him a sideways glance, and reminded, "Seatbelt."

"...Oh."

Frank pulled the seatbelt over.

However, before he could fasten it, he felt a sense of crisis wash over him. The next second, he saw the car speeding away, racing down the street, the buildings along the street retreating rapidly, and his heart leapt into his throat.

Behind the SUV, a cloud of dust rose.

Frank: "..."

He’s never going out with Nora again!!

*

At nine o’clock in the evening, it was already pitch-black.

The expedition and sisterhood groups finally arrived outside the planned inn.

Everyone was exhausted.

Felipe Clark got off the car, did a headcount as usual, then asked, "Where are Nora Scott and Frank Ford?"

"Probably still behind."

"The signal’s not great, and the car radio can’t reach them."

"Damn, did they get lost? Always know how to cause us trouble."

...

They were holding a grudge against Nora and Frank, constantly complaining whenever they were mentioned.

Felipe walked to the side irritably, intending to try calling Frank, but before he could dial, he heard Frank’s voice from the inn’s entrance—

"What took you so long? We’ve already showered and eaten."

Casually.

The crowd looked up in response, and sure enough, saw a sprightly, neatly dressed Frank standing at the door, smiling brightly, in stark contrast to their weary, dust-covered state.

Everyone: "..."

They must’ve run into a ghost.