Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 887 - 581: Counterfeit Antique [08] Nora Scott: I’m Going to Kill Him [Second Update]

Seeing the man really couldn’t move, his friends looked panic-stricken, regardless of Nora Scott’s casual bluff of the "Ten Fragrance Soft Tendon Powder," actually believing the man was poisoned, and thus hurriedly carried him outside.

The scene was chaotic.

"Ten Fragrance Soft Tendon Powder?" Putting down the wine glass, Pedro Langley looked over with a hint of teasing.

"A narcotic drug that my junior master sister is researching, and she gave me a code name—" Nora Scott raised her eyebrows and chuckled at him, "In the Martial World, Ten Fragrance Soft Tendon Powder sounds more fitting."

"..."

Pedro Langley was quite speechless.

"The drug isn’t potent, acts quickly, and decomposes swiftly. In about ten minutes, he can move freely again." For fear that Pedro Langley might feel the drug’s harm is too high, Nora Scott specially explained its efficacy.

The bamboo flute’s hidden weapon is really used for self-preservation in emergencies.

But, Nora Scott hasn’t encountered an "emergency" requiring a hidden weapon for a long time, a fast-acting narcotic drug was just about enough. And it’s more legal.

Pedro Langley curved his lips but didn’t chastise her, just asked, "Shall we go?"

Nora Scott was puzzled, "Afraid of him?"

"His surname is Ford," Pedro Langley kindly reminded.

"So what if his surname is Ford—"

Her words stopped abruptly, paused, and glanced at Pedro Langley with a slightly suspicious expression.

"After you mentioned the Ford Family in Yangel, I did a little investigation," Pedro Langley said, "He’s Johan Ford, the illegitimate child of the Ford Family. He just got recognized back a couple of years ago, is ignorant, and has a penchant for alcohol and lust. The Ford Family even issued a statement forbidding you from entering Yangel, are you really thinking of confronting them head-on?"

Pedro Langley actually didn’t care.

Nora Scott has been causing trouble for quite some time. When Pedro Langley dated Nora Scott for a few months, he experienced it firsthand—there’s no one she doesn’t dare to offend, only people she doesn’t want to offend. Even if a king gets in her way, she’d still beat him to a pulp.

—Hmm, back then, Nora Scott was even more brash and domineering than now.

Pedro Langley was long used to accompanying Nora Scott, stirring up trouble while cleaning up the mess.

But, this time the point remains, Nora Scott came here for fun, and he didn’t want to dampen her spirits.

Picking up the wine jug on the table, Nora Scott filled Pedro Langley’s glass, unconcerned, "Whatever, let’s drink first then talk."

What Ford Family, what trouble... Is there anything more important than drinking and chatting with her husband?

Due to her poor alcohol tolerance and desire to put on a fearless front, Nora Scott doesn’t like drinking outside. Oh, and not much at home either. Every time the tavern owner offers to send her some, she’s not interested, saying it’s a waste. So, it’s only here or at Benjamin Durant’s that she drinks a little.

—Benjamin Durant and the tavern owner became acquainted thanks to her, they have a long-term cooperation. Benjamin Durant takes care of Nora Scott a lot, partly because "Nora Scott has a wide network, providing Benjamin Durant with lots of conveniences."

Seeing her carefree stance, Pedro Langley laughed quietly, raising his wine glass, "Alright."

Pedro Langley savored the wine while Nora Scott only took sips, nibbling on peanuts and radishes, chatting intermittently with Pedro Langley.

While talking, some staff came up to report that the tavern’s owner had packed all the brewed wine and placed them at the counter for them to take when they leave.

Nora Scott thanked them.

"Cooking, brewing... Is there anyone selling tea?" Pedro Langley asked somewhat playfully, slightly teasing.

"Yes." Nora Scott remarked naturally, "It’s a tea factory, and the quality is decent. Every year they send me tea leaves, and I give them away. His tea leaves are quite popular in your circle."

Pedro Langley: "..." What a remarkable wife he has.

"I’ll take a call."

Her phone had been vibrating continuously; Nora Scott pulled it out, glanced at it, and answered.

"A month off, no negotiation." Before the caller could speak, Nora Scott bluntly stated.

The caller was Kieran Shawn.

"Base No. 9" has been serialized for nearly a year, breaking Nora Scott’s record of diligence. Last month, there was even a miracle of bi-weekly updates, but now Nora Scott wants to take a break, go on dates, and get her marriage certificate, so she’s taking a month off from manga.

"Oh, it’s fine, it’s understandable. Both the website and the readers express understanding." Kieran Shawn quickly said, "I want to talk to you about something else."

"Oh," Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "Go ahead."

"First matter, Julian Linfield, Master Linfield has agreed to participate in the composition of the ’Death Legend’ anime." Kieran Shawn’s tone carried a hint of excitement.

Nora Scott seemed unsurprised, knowing Julian Linfield was all talk but soft-hearted, then asked, "Anything else?"

"The comic association wants me to ask you—"

"Don’t have time."

Nora Scott didn’t even have the patience to let him finish.

What kind of crap manga association, she wasn’t interested at all. Earlier, due to the manga circle’s popular "Light Cup Newcomer Contest" going viral, people online are still buzzing about how "manga artists who didn’t debut through the ’Light Cup’ are amateurs," and even the official manga association mocked by forwarding it.

So she’s an amateur, eh?

"God Z, it’s about national honor!" Kieran Shawn hurriedly said, "You’ve been busy lately, maybe you don’t know, the world comics organization was just established and issued a challenge to global young comic artists, saying there’s going to be a global manga competition. The preliminary topic is suspense."

After pausing for a moment, Kieran Shawn continued, "In recent years, East Kingdom comics have slowly risen, but internationally they still don’t have much influence. People outside are using sarcasm against us to the point of furiousness... You’re a young comic artist with ability, and everyone’s cheering for you."

"I thought I’ve always been drawing hot-blooded manga?" Nora Scott asked, puzzled.

"..." Kieran Shawn stumbled a bit, "Well, bold innovation. With your ability, any genre should be no problem!"

Nora Scott sneered, "Not participating, no time."

Kieran Shawn weakly said, "Last time I invited you to be a ’Light Cup’ judge, you said the same, and now White stirred things up with the contest... The judging panel and newcomer comic artists almost want to kill her as a sacrifice."

"White, the ancestor of horror manga. Why don’t you guys go ask her to participate?"

"I must be seeing ghosts, I immediately suggested White to them, you know what they said?! Those old geezers said White is too old! They don’t believe she’s a young comic artist at all! They’re even planning to ask her as a teacher to show newcomers how to master horror manga in the future..."

With that mentioned, Kieran Shawn’s tone got a bit excited.

Purely out of anger.

Nora Scott chuckled, "Leave winning the contest to her."

"Will she really participate..."

"She will."

"Although White is a bit sharp-tongued and acts like a beast, she really cares about national honor," Kieran Shawn clicked his tongue in admiration.

"That’s not it," Nora Scott said leisurely, "That brat is quite proud and can’t stand anyone stepping over her."

Kieran Shawn: "..." Oh, is that so.

Nora Scott hung up the phone.

After eating two peanuts, she suddenly thought of something, picked up her phone and logged into Weibo.

Two minutes later—

[Zero]: Begging horror manga ancestor White to return. @White

After the Weibo post went out, in less than ten minutes, numerous comic artists reposted or posted with the same line "Begging horror manga ancestor White to return. @White," flooding the homepage, quickly making it to Weibo’s hot search. The stance left the onlookers utterly confused.

No one knew that Nora Scott’s whim of a Weibo post was the beginning of another legend.

It was also the start of a nationwide celebration for East Kingdom comics.

After posting the Weibo, Nora Scott put down her phone and continued chatting with Pedro Langley.

Until dusk came.

Nora Scott clapped her hands, "Let’s go eat."

"Alright."

Despite his decent alcohol tolerance, Pedro Langley didn’t get drunk, and calmly kept by Nora Scott’s side.

After collecting the packed liquor, Nora Scott and Pedro Langley went downstairs and headed to the front desk.

However, before reaching the counter, a group of people surged in from the door with great momentum, just shy of holding sticks like weapons, with "looking for trouble" written on their foreheads in four big characters.

Nora Scott and Pedro Langley sensed something, both looking toward the door. With a glance, they saw Ivan Ford, the bald-headed illegitimate son of the Ford family.

"It’s them!"

Having undergone all kinds of hospital checks ensuring no problems, Ivan Ford stood at the door, pointing aggressively to complain to the old butler who came along.

Nora Scott didn’t look at Ivan Ford but instead at the old butler, frowning slightly, quite displeased.

Butler Fong.

Five years ago, it was he who came to find Nora Scott, debasing her completely, groundlessly painting her as a "wicked woman seducing Johan Ford to climb to the top," later using a series of manipulative moves to completely break ties between Nora Scott and Johan Ford, effectively forming a grudge with the Ford family.

Now whenever Nora Scott sees this old thing, her mood becomes thoroughly upset.

"It’s you?"

Upon seeing Nora Scott, Butler Fong looked a bit surprised.

Then, he glanced at Pedro Langley beside Nora Scott, judging his noble status from his attire and watch, and when he looked at Nora Scott again, he showed a face of "I was right back then."

"..." Nora Scott gritted her teeth, "I’m going to kill him."

Pedro Langley: "Mm."