Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 528 - 325: Nora Scott: I’ve Never Lost a Fight [13 Updates]

Chapter 528: Chapter 325: Nora Scott: I’ve Never Lost a Fight [13 Updates]

"Bang!"

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

The commotion was significant, instantly attracting a lot of attention as pairs of eyes from all directions turned towards them.

However, no one dared to get close.

Even the assistant following closely behind unconsciously took a few steps back.

Someone whispered—

"Manager Mansfield is so domineering."

"So cool."

"I’m a little moved."

...

In the office.

Nora Scott sat in the office chair, her legs crossed, leaning back lazily, resting her chin on one hand while idly playing with a phone in the other.

She looked lazy and casual, without a trace of seriousness.

Upon hearing the noise, her eyelids lifted. She wasn’t angry, but instead, she leisurely watched as the furious Amy Mansfield stormed in.

She chuckled, "I was wondering who taught employees to be rude, turns out it’s you, the manager?"

The door closed.

Amy Mansfield approached, looking down coldly at Nora Scott, "So, are you going to transfer me?"

"Not necessarily." Nora Scott twirled the phone with her fingers, not a bit serious, raising her eyes to glance at Amy Mansfield a few times, "I just glanced at Biel Hall’s internal rules, seems there’s a punishment involving writing a self-reflection."

"..."

Hearing the word "self-reflection," Amy Mansfield’s expression froze.

She had been valued by Biel Hall since she was young, growing up undergoing internal training under military-style management.

In the context of the company, "self-reflection" is laughable and unrealistic, but in the context of Biel Hall internally...

It’s actually quite normal.

If a Biel Hall member makes a mistake, the Hall Master has the authority to make them write a self-reflection. — This is the lightest punishment.

However, with the psychological shadow left from frequently writing self-reflections during training, just hearing the words "self-reflection" was enough to make Amy Mansfield’s skin crawl, even as an adult.

"I find Biel Hall’s internal rules quite interesting..."

Nora Scott swung her phone idly as she spoke in a laid-back manner, "Militarized, right?"

"...What do you intend to do?"

Amy Mansfield asked irritably.

But, right after she asked, she realized her mistake.

She was the one who came to cause trouble.

Somehow, with Nora Scott diverting the topic, she went along with it and Nora Scott ended up gaining the upper hand.

Nora Scott seemed to have found something amusing, not bothered at all by Amy Mansfield’s confrontation. On the contrary, she looked at Amy Mansfield with interest, then slowly said, "For not setting a good example for subordinates, a 10,000-word self-reflection; for disrespecting leadership, another 10,000 words. Hand it to me by this weekend."

"You!"

"What, is 10,000 words not enough for you to express yourself?" Nora Scott’s lips curled up into a bright smile.

"..."

Amy Mansfield was so angry she almost bit her tongue, drawing blood.

Damn it!

Does she think writing a self-reflection is a game or fun?!

How childish?!

In the internal Biel Hall, never had she seen someone in their twenties, already working, still writing self-reflections!

If this got out, it would be an utter humiliation! Who knows how many people would mock her!

Inside her mind, a furious storm raged on.

Yet, Amy Mansfield couldn’t erupt.

— To prevent Nora Scott from increasing the word count of the self-reflection.

"As the Hall Master, you don’t lead by example, but instead constantly make things difficult for employees, openly giving them a hard time, and even threaten them with ’transfer to other places’."

Gritting her teeth, Amy Mansfield squeezed out each word from between her teeth, wrapped in blazing anger, "Instead of proving yourself through strength, you use your position to push others around, do you deserve to be the Hall Master?"

The smile on her brows faded a bit, Nora Scott only felt bored, asking indifferently: "Did you come here to discuss this?"

"Exactly!" Amy Mansfield pointed angrily at the door, "Look for yourself, as the Hall Master, how many actually respect you?!"

Nora Scott lifted her eyelids, saying, "The door is closed, I can’t see."

"..."

After a stunned three seconds, Amy Mansfield felt a wave of confusion, then had the urge to flip the table.

In fact, she was truly about to flip it.

Clad in high heels, Amy Mansfield, brimming with rage, rolled up her sleeves, "If I don’t give you a good beating, I can’t believe I’m a Mansfield!"

Tilting her head, Nora Scott showed no fear, maintaining a calm demeanor as she asked, "Do you share my last name?"

"..."

Screw you!

Brother, I can’t hold back anymore!

Amy Mansfield swung her fist towards Nora Scott.

...

Outside the office.

The soundproofing was decent, initially only hearing Amy Mansfield’s occasional irritable remarks without hearing Nora Scott’s voice.

They couldn’t quite guess what they were discussing, until—

Inside came the sound of "clanging and banging."

Tables and chairs collided, heavy objects fell to the ground.

There were faint sounds of punches and kicks.

The commotion grew louder, almost everyone couldn’t sit still and moved directly forward, crowding around in layers, listening anxiously and feeling their scalp tingle, but no one dared to push the door open and find out the truth as Amy did.

After sensing something was wrong, someone immediately took action to call for help.

Some went to call Minister Robbins.

Some went to the third floor to call Barton Mansfield.

In their hurry and panic, the employees rooted on the spot felt a mix of emotions, inevitably a bit excited and a bit expectant.

"I had a hunch it might turn into a fight the moment Miss Mansfield went in. Those two have such fiery tempers."

"It’s hard to see! Who’s hitting who?"

"Master Scott has some skills, right? Could it be—"

"What’s Manager Mansfield made of? She’s been training since she was little! It must be her beating up Nora Scott!"

...

"...Honestly, I’m kind of looking forward to Nora Scott getting beaten up. Seriously, she’s so annoying."

"Annoying or not! I want to hit her too! But if something really happens, how would Miss Mansfield explain? If she beats up the Hall Master, no matter the reason, she’d be expelled from Biel Hall, right?!"

"..."

A word awakened the dreamer.

When Nora Scott’s threatening words were relayed, more than half of the fourth-floor employees wanted to beat her up.

——This woman is so unreasonable. When reasoning doesn’t work, fists are the most effective, just beat her, and it’s over.

But they only dared to think about it.

Firstly, they didn’t have the ability;

Secondly, because she was the Hall Master.

To actually lay hands on the Hall Master, and a vengeful, petty Hall Master—

Maybe being expelled from Biel Hall wouldn’t be the end; she could use her position to trip you up everywhere, even ruin you after you leave.

Thinking of this, they couldn’t help but worry about how Amy would be dealt with.

"What’s going on, what’s going on?"

Half a minute later, Minister Robbins rushed over, sweating profusely.

"Minister Robbins, it seems like there’s a fight going on inside."

The employees hurriedly replied.

Minister Robbins listened for two seconds, and his face immediately fell, "Seems like?! They’re obviously fighting!"

Damn!

Why is Manager Mansfield so impulsive?

If something happened to Master Scott——

Minister Robbins’ legs almost gave out at the door, not daring to stop at all, hurriedly went to push the door.

The door wasn’t locked, turned the handle, and it pushed open smoothly.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

Without the door to muffle the sound, the noises inside came through clearly.

The outsiders listened, heart pounding.

For a moment, the image of Nora Scott covered in blood flashed in everyone’s mind.

Minister Robbins nearly collapsed at the door.

However——

When the view inside was clear, an unexpected scene unfolded before their eyes.

Due to the previous move, a figure flew and crashed into a single sofa, with such force that it overturned the sofa, and the person fell heavily onto the ground.

The severity of the fall was imaginable.

Everyone’s eyelids twitched fiercely.

In that unclear moment, everyone instinctively thought——that person was Nora Scott.

But as they focused their eyes, they all collectively froze, like fools, stared inside with mouths agape.

Brains stalled, stopped thinking.

"How can it be——"

Someone couldn’t believe it, burst out in shock, then covered their mouth with their hand.

Surprise overflowed from every pair of eyes.

Because the one who crashed into the ground with the sofa was not Nora Scott, but Amy Mansfield.

Falling hard, Amy Mansfield moved slightly after landing, gasped in pain, and as she didn’t immediately get up, had to continue lying down to catch her breath.

Amy Mansfield, in her professional attire, wearing a blouse and short skirt, now missing a couple of buttons on her blouse, almost exposing her skirt, her high heels long gone, scattered on the floor, curly hair disheveled. Her face and arms had scrapes and swelling, not serious, but enough to shock them all.

In an utter mess.

As for the "bloodied" Nora Scott in their imagination, she stood before them unharmed, not even with a few wrinkles on her clothes, looking exactly like she did when she first came to work.

???

This scene, utterly contrary to what they imagined, stopped everyone present from thinking.

Nora Scott’s eyes held a hint of annoyance as she glanced outside, her frustration tinged with menace, causing the crowd outside to have their hearts skip a beat.

However, with just a glance, she withdrew her gaze, raised her hand, picked up a coat thrown on the table, and shook it open, throwing it over Amy Mansfield.

The coat covered Amy Mansfield’s skirt and legs.

Then, she squinted her eyes slightly, tilted her head with a mix of coldness and malice in her smile.

She asked, "Haven’t I told you before that I’m best at fighting?"