Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 527 - 324: Returning to Biel Hall, the Hall Master Throws Her Weight Around

Chapter 527: Chapter 324: Returning to Biel Hall, the Hall Master Throws Her Weight Around

Having been here once before and having activated permissions and identity verification, everything went much more smoothly this time.

No one blocked the front door.

No one stopped her at the reception.

Nora Scott carried her work badge, walked into the office building, and headed straight for the elevator.

Work started at nine, and at this time, there were quite a few people waiting outside the elevator.

As she approached, the gaze of the group waiting for the elevator was drawn to her. Many ordinary employees, clueless of the situation, were full of surprise and bewilderment.

"Nora Scott, why is she here?"

"I saw her here last time."

"Is she here to see someone or to handle some business?"

...

Nora’s presence was so formidable, no one dared to approach, but still, many couldn’t help but exchange whispers and murmur among themselves.

Only one technician from the fourth floor looked slightly surprised upon seeing Nora, but he quickly withdrew his gaze, his expression cold, and clearly not fond of Nora.

"Ding——"

The elevator door opened.

The group waiting outside walked in, and the murmuring decreased significantly as Nora joined the flow of people heading to work inside the elevator.

She felt countless glances on the back of her head.

Nora seemed entirely unaware.

Fourth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and when they exited, it was just her and the technician.

"Wait."

A cool voice from behind stopped the technician.

The technician paused.

He frowned slightly before turning back with a bit of displeasure.

Behind Nora, the open elevator doors slowly closed.

Her expression took on a coldness, with some of her earlier calmness on the first floor fading, and a sharper demeanor appearing between her brows.

As her gaze locked onto him, the technician’s heart sank with a sudden pang of fear.

An invisible pressure and threat enveloped the technician’s entire body, making it hard to breathe.

With a cold smirk, Nora’s voice was filled with a chill and authority, "Not greeting your leader—is it a problem of your personal qualities, or is it a problem with the qualities of Biel Hall’s members as a whole?"

"..."

A heavy accusation was placed upon him, and the technician’s face immediately changed.

She waited for three seconds, and seeing he still hadn’t responded, Nora snorted lightly, "Then I’ll assume it’s the usual practice within Biel Hall."

With that said, she began to leave.

"Master Scott!" The technician suddenly spoke up, calling Nora back, and despite some reluctance, he said with a pale face, "It’s my problem."

Being transferred to the fourth floor was reserved for the elite, those with outstanding capabilities.

Naturally, they were proud.

Pride that forced them not to easily bow down.

But, if it affected the group—

This time, the head had to bow.

Last time Nora came, he was present and witnessed Nora’s brazen "self-introduction." He fully believed that if he didn’t lower his head, Nora would certainly cause trouble for the entire fourth floor, affecting the innocent.

—This woman was just that unreasonable.

"Morning."

Withdrawing her sharp gaze, Nora lazily spoke, as if turning the page on the matter.

The technician pressed his lips together, unsure whether to greet her or what else to do, and could only remain frozen in place.

However, before he could speak, Nora was already stepping towards the work area.

A silence fell.

Only the sounds of flipping through files and keyboard tapping could be heard.

Everyone remained silent, sitting in their workspaces focused on their own tasks. With heads down, busy with their work, they didn’t even look up when they heard footsteps.

A minute ago, all the staff on this floor received the message——

Nora Scott was here.

Unanimously, they returned to their seats, quickly entering work mode, silent, focused, serious.

As for Nora’s arrival, they all took a "ignore" approach, as if Nora’s presence was just air, each person absorbed in their work, thus "naturally" turning a blind eye.

Nora noticed this as soon as she came in.

However, after a general sweep of her gaze, she didn’t bother with anyone or look for trouble, her expression indifferent as she walked straight to the office she had forcibly claimed.

The office was clean and tidy, clearly cleaned daily, not a speck of dust.

But since she had only been here once, there were no personal items, and all the books and decorations were moved out, leaving only essential office supplies, making the large office seem empty.

Nora tossed her handbag onto the sofa.

Then, she turned and stepped out again, knocking on the door.

"Knock. Knock."

The sudden noise still caused a few people to involuntarily lift their eyes to look over.

Among these few, Nora found the one closest to her, tilting her chin slightly, and nonchalantly instructing, "Have your minister come over."

The person being addressed: "..."

Why couldn’t he resist lifting his head?!

And with that instruction given, Nora had already turned back to the office, not giving him any chance to refuse.

...

Ten minutes later.

The middle-aged minister walked out of the office with a troubled expression, under the curious gazes of many, he summoned someone over, whispered a few words, and after patting the person’s shoulder, left them looking bewildered as they turned away.

Another few minutes passed.

The person, holding a large stack of folders, approached the technical staff who had run into Nora Scott by the elevator.

"Hey buddy."

Placing the stack of folders on the table, the person called to him with full sympathy.

"Huh?"

The technical staff looked up in confusion.

The person cleared his throat, not restraining his volume, and spoke each word clearly, "Master Scott says you need to finish this pile of work today before you can get off work, otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?"

The technical staff, infuriated, frowned tightly.

Could it be that he would be beaten up if he didn’t finish?

The person hesitated for a moment, then helplessly repeated, "Otherwise, the headquarters can’t keep you, and they’ll have to transfer you to a local branch."

Technical staff: "..."

The surrounding people: "..."

Damn!

This is too much, isn’t it?!

But—

This is undeniably a threat.

Biel Hall is not an ordinary company, but a large civil organization recognized by officials.

Before the company was established, as long as one was a member of Biel Hall, even if they were on the fringes, benefits were available, along with a basic salary, and there were preferential policies in times of difficulty.

The higher one went within the Biel Hall hierarchy, the more needless to say about the benefits and salary.

Too many people fought hard to get in, even just for a title.

And since the company’s establishment, those chosen to come to the headquarters enjoy even more generous benefits and, when personal or family difficulties arise, they can apply for help from the company. Upon verification, as long as it’s within reasonable limits, the company will help solve it, making it truly convenient to get things done.

This is far more tempting than finding a job with the same benefits and salary elsewhere.

It’s a place with a significant sense of personal achievement.

High salary, great benefits, excellent perks, and a good team atmosphere, although sometimes the overworking can be exhausting, very few want to leave, and it’s rare even to have someone think about it.

Now, with the threat of being "transferred to a local branch," Nora Scott’s move is undoubtedly a bit too harsh.

"Additionally, Master Scott wishes to remind everyone—"

The messenger, gathering his courage, slightly raised his voice and glanced quickly at the office with the tightly closed door.

She gritted her teeth and said, "As a leader who personally greeted you all, she hopes none of you will forget her. Greet her when you should, give regards when necessary, otherwise, given her vengeful nature and tendency to give people a hard time, life might get very tough for you all."

Everyone: "..."

Vengeful, likes to make people suffer... Does she have such a clear understanding of herself?!

And not only is she not ashamed, she takes pride in it?!

This this this...

Being this blatantly obnoxious, they don’t even know where to start ridiculing.

Perhaps, praise her for making things difficult for people without being sneaky?

Someone nearby couldn’t hold it in and leaned over to ask the unlucky technical staff, "How did you provoke her?"

"...Didn’t greet her."

The technical staff felt utterly upset.

"Just that?"

"WTF?"

"Making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Those around were dumbfounded.

"Yeah."

The technical staff nodded.

Then, glancing at that stack of folders, his stomach twisted in pain.

He felt a bit of regret.

Knowing this woman wasn’t easy to deal with, why did he have to go against her?

If he had just lowered his head and greeted her earlier, none of this would have happened?

*

"What, did she really say that?"

Upon hearing the assistant relay the message, Amy Mansfield couldn’t sit still, slapped the table, and stood up.

She was fuming with anger.

"Yeah." The assistant nodded, "She had Minister Robbins relay it; Minister Robbins couldn’t say it himself, so he had someone else do it. I asked Minister Robbins before coming, and those were her exact words, not a single word changed."

"Damn."

Fiery flames were burning in Amy Mansfield’s eyes.

The assistant looked worried, "Now everyone’s discussing it like crazy in private, full of discontent and complaints. But she’s the Hall Master, everyone has to listen to her. She can make whoever she wants work overtime, and transfer whoever she wants."

At this point, even the assistant’s speech carried undeniable resentment.

— She still remembered the last time Nora Scott came and hit her sore spot.

Nora Scott’s actions were too harsh and too extreme.

She had never seen anyone in a leadership role behave like this. — Every move, every action, all heading in the direction of being "annoying."

"I’m going to find her."

Taking a breath, Amy Mansfield pressed her brow and walked out.

The assistant hurriedly followed behind her.

Two minutes later—

The door to Nora Scott’s office was suddenly pushed open.

"Bang!"

The door slammed against the wall, making a loud noise.