Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 684 - 428: Marshall Ferreira Is Hospitalized

Chapter 684: Chapter 428: Marshall Ferreira Is Hospitalized

The phone rang twice and was picked up.

"You’re the damn unscrupulous Hall Master—"

"How the hell do you want to die?"

Nora Scott squinted her eyes, her voice chilly, wrapped with a touch of malice. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"..."

Benjamin Durant, who had just cursed, was startled upon hearing the voice, dumbfounded for a moment, almost choking himself.

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Benjamin calmed down for a while before he was wide-eyed and tongue-tied, blurting out, "Damn?"

"..."

Nora leaned back, adjusting her posture, crossing her legs, wondering how this guy could possibly die.

Benjamin, shocked and utterly disoriented, incredulously asked, "Master Uncle!! When did you become the Hall Master of some MLM organization?!"

"Shut up." Nora’s voice was cold, with a hint of hostility, and the next moment she asked, "Are you with Rosie?"

"Yeah. I’m at the hospital visiting her; she’s just resting." Benjamin explained and, belatedly realizing, lightly coughed to apologize, "Master Uncle, I didn’t mean that at you just now."

"Towards the MLM Hall Master?"

"I didn’t know you were involved in MLMs!"

"Ha."

Nora let out a cold laugh.

"..." Benjamin sensed his doom approaching, his heart trembling, hastily said, "That’s not what I meant, it’s just that I didn’t get it... Biel Hall, just hearing the name sounds like it’s developing a multi-level marketing network. What is your Hall actually doing?"

Benjamin was genuinely confused.

Biel Hall was a discreet entity, although it was widespread across the country, its activity was centered in Fenton City. And, as Biel Hall had been achieving less in recent years, and with the Martial World’s decline and society’s transformation, those who knew about Biel Hall were mostly older generations; the newer generations, even in Fenton City, hardly knew anything about it.

Nora had heard of the name while still venturing in the Martial World and didn’t think much of it until she met the new Hall Master of Biel Hall, and only then did she gain some understanding of it.

For a naive punk like Benjamin, who’s used to throwing his weight around based on family background, not having heard of it is quite normal.

So, upon learning that Rosie was working for a clandestine intelligence organization, and had been injured and hospitalized, and Rosie herself was unwilling to disclose the details, Benjamin naturally associated "Biel Hall" with "MLM organization." And when Rosie was asleep and Benjamin saw the call come in, he opened his mouth and cursed.

"Find out for yourself."

In the midsummer night, amidst the unbearable heat, Nora’s voice distinctly carried a hint of coldness.

"..."

Benjamin was so scared he didn’t dare make a sound.

Nora instructed him to have Rosie call her later, then hung up the phone.

As she turned her head, holding the phone, Nora saw Humphrey Jennings drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, his head slightly turned as if amused, she raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You didn’t tell Benjamin?"

Humphrey raised his gaze slightly, looked over, and said in a bland tone, "He’s too naive, it’s best not said."

Humphrey, having mingled in different circles, naturally knew of Biel Hall’s existence. Moreover, he was acquainted with Boss Alex; the two of them had long shared everything they had, knowing each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Humphrey hadn’t inquired about Nora being the new Hall Master of Biel Hall, but he certainly knew about it.

...

After dinner at Virtue Retreat, Nora finally received Rosie’s call.

Rosie, unaware of the familiarity between Nora and Benjamin, knew he had taken the call without permission and cursed him after finding out, because she was nervous about Benjamin offending Nora, fearing some silent retribution on Benjamin.

Unexpectedly, Nora was carefree, merely inquiring casually, asking about an assistant’s injury with the concern of a Hall Master; she even only briefly inquired about the mission’s content without going into details.

—The missions of Biel Hall all had numbers and were uploaded in real-time. With Nora’s Hall Master privileges, she could check specific progress in the system if needed.

"I’ve spoken to Barton Mansfield."

At the end of the conversation, Nora suddenly said.

Rosie was slightly taken aback, hadn’t yet asked, when she heard Nora continue, "Since you’ve already exposed your target, put this mission aside for now and have someone else take over. After you’re discharged, you’ll follow me for a while."

"Alright." Rosie agreed without hesitation, then cautiously asked, "Hall Master, what are you working on lately?"

"Acting."

"...Huh?"

Rosie was stunned.

Fingers tapping on the table, Nora sat lazily and casually, her eyes slightly narrowed, "I happen to need an assistant."

"..."

"Room and board included, plus you’ll get a salary."

"...I’d be honored to serve you."

Rosie agreed swiftly, without any hesitation.

Satisfied, Nora hung up the phone.

She had no assistant, only Katherine Collins who helped with acting, pretending to be an assistant. She was doing alright, without any offers, but things were just a bit more tedious without an assistant, but her older brother Henry—

This guy was a theater fanatic, never asking for an assistant when filming, but looked quite miserable without one. Nora found a reliable person from Biel Hall to help Henry a little at that time.

Moreover, she had reviewed Rosie’s resume and felt Rosie could also use a break.

*

Nora carried a heap of late-night snacks back home.

It was ten at night; Oliver Scott was on the balcony, on the phone, standing before the railing, back to the living room, his youthful figure trim yet frail, unknown who he was on the phone with, his earphones on, voice light, the earphone cord winding into his pocket. His head was slightly lowered, occasionally rubbing his nose with his fingers, barely speaking.

Marcus Shaw, hearing noises in the living room, came out from the study, seeing Nora, and called out, "Sis."

"How long has he been at it?"

Nora, placing the snacks on the table, lightly tilted her chin, motioning toward Oliver on the balcony.

Thinking for a moment, Marcus estimated the time and answered, "About ten minutes, I think."

Nora acknowledged with an "Oh," didn’t bother about it, gestured Marcus to pour a glass of water, then began taking out and arranging the BBQ and porridge made by Humphrey, setting up a heap.

Humphrey had the common trait of all chefs—worrying you might not eat well, worrying you might not get enough to eat.

Nora had mentioned the amount for three people, but Humphrey had given them enough for five or six.

Once arranged, Nora accepted the water that Marcus handed over, took a gulp, and then glanced sideways, noticing Oliver had ended the call and was walking inside, his brows lightly furrowed, looking a bit troubled as he saw her.

Nora raised an eyebrow, motioning: Speak.

Scratching his head, Oliver looked a bit gloomy and said, "Sis, Marshall Ferreira is in the hospital."