Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 705 - 443: I’m Proud of You (Part 2)

It’s not because I’m not full, I just want Marcus Shaw and Nora Scott to stay a little longer. ——Marcus, this blockhead, definitely doesn’t realize how his responses have ruined his impression just now.

Recently becoming more perceptive under Crystal Hughes’ tutelage, Andrew Hughes thought to himself.

*

The people from the two film crews were neither too many nor too few, all gathered on the first floor, making it quite lively.

Nora Scott and her group of five picked a table and placed their own breakfast on it, attracting a few glances, but soon eyes shifted away, and any complaints could only be murmured in private.

——While everyone else eats at the cafeteria, you’re bringing your food, this will surely spark some gossip.

However, with exceptionally high standards for food, Nora ignored what others thought, as long as she comfortably enjoyed her meal, that was the right way.

Pedro Langley wasn’t there, so Nora habitually took a picture of the breakfast and sent it to Pedro.

Marcus, already used to this, grabbed a cup of soy milk, poked a straw in it, and placed it in front of Andrew Hughes.

Henry Chapman picked up a sugar-coated fried stick, just about to take a bite when he saw Nora’s action and immediately asked, "Why do you keep taking pictures when they’re so bad?"

"..."

Everyone at the table flinched for a moment.

Nora hissed and retorted, "My boyfriend loves to see them."

Henry paused, believed her, and with a touch of surprise in his indifferent eyes, sincerely commented, "He sure is strange."

Nora lifted her eyelids, her eyes like sharp knives sweeping directly at Henry.

She opened her mouth, just about to snap back when director Alfred Lawrence walked over, holding a bowl of porridge and some buns, "What’s this, you find the cafeteria food not tasty?"

"Yes."

Henry blandly responded, without any pleasantries, took a bite of the sugar-coated stick and casually tossed two buns at Alfred.

Alfred caught the buns, laughed contentedly, and while passing by Marcus, gave him an appreciative look, a bit amazed, "Whose young man is this, interested in acting?"

"No."

Without a second thought, Marcus answered expressionlessly.

Alfred, unwilling to give up, wanted to persuade further, "Don’t refuse so quickly——"

Before he could finish his sentence, Nora, eating her tofu pudding, lifted her eyelids and said, "He takes after me, all looks and no acting skills."

Alfred: "..." I never said you lacked acting skills!

Feeling inexplicably puzzled, Alfred couldn’t understand: Nora is actually a pretty talented actor; from their interactions, she’s quite strong-willed and confident. How has she been tormented over these years in showbiz to keep saying she’s not good at acting?

He sighed, shook his head with some rueful comments, and then left with the two buns he had acquired by chance.

Once he left, Rosie took a bite of a bun and curiously asked Nora, "Speaking of which, Hall Master, what made you become an actor?"

"Hmm?"

Nora looked up, recalling carefully.

The people around were quite interested in this topic, looking at her curiously.

"My mentor owed someone a favor and had me work as a martial arts instructor." Nora recalled and said lightly, "During filming, there was a shortage of martial arts doubles, so they switched me in. I met a few people on set, and not long after filming wrapped, someone approached me to ask if I wanted to be a martial arts actor. I thought it seemed interesting, so I agreed."

Rosie was stunned, "You’re also a martial arts instructor?"

"...Hmm."

Nora lazily responded.

Now that martial arts dramas are not popular, in earlier years, when the market was still there, even if she didn’t have acting gigs, invitations for her to be a martial arts instructor were continuous.

Thinking back inevitably brings a bit of sighing.

The rise and fall of industries, the decline of eras, sometimes just happen unconsciously.

*

Camilo Nogueira arranged for Crystal Hughes to see a reputable old professor who is now retired. Because his grandson started this psychological counseling agency, he has his name listed there, occasionally taking on one or two clients, though opportunities are scarce.

With white hair, he quietly listened to Crystal Hughes’ narration and sincerely commented, "Child, you are very brave. You need not question the meaning of all this; this era needs recorders, and your existence is meaningful."

Having calmly said all this, Crystal at that moment, inexplicably, was filled with tears.

In the afternoon, Camilo Nogueira led Crystal Hughes away from the psychological counseling agency.

He took her to have Japanese cuisine, then drove her back to the community downstairs.

"Every Saturday, I’ll take you there."

Slightly turning his body, Camilo Nogueira looked at her deeply and instructed in a low voice.

Pressing her lips together, Crystal paused, then softly said, "I can go by myself."

Even if she knew that Camilo Nogueira brought up Peter Hughes to threaten her, she couldn’t stop the panic. For Camilo Nogueira, it didn’t matter, but what about his family?

Moreover, just for Andrew Hughes, she had to get better.

She was only 27 years old, her life hadn’t gone that far, she shouldn’t be defeated just yet.

Camilo Nogueira decisively said, "I’m not at ease with you."

Crystal Hughes was silent for a moment, unbuckling the seatbelt, her fingers on the door handle paused slightly, suddenly thinking of something, she turned to ask Camilo Nogueira, "How did you think of..."

How did he suddenly think of taking her to see a therapist?

Camilo Nogueira said flatly, "Got the idea from my brother."

Crystal was startled.

Got the idea from Joshua Nogueira... so Camilo Nogueira must have known that Andrew Hughes is his son.

Joshua Nogueira knew about this.

During her association with Camilo Nogueira, Crystal had met Joshua Nogueira twice, so they knew each other but were not considered closely tied. Until after Andrew Hughes was born, one day she saw Peter Hughes hosting Joshua Nogueira at home.

At the time, she thought Joshua Nogueira was there for Andrew Hughes, nervous, only to find Peter Hughes introducing Joshua Nogueira as a friend. After asking in detail, she found out Joshua Nogueira had known Peter Hughes since he was young; they became acquainted during high school due to involvement in a case, with Joshua helping Peter solve it.

Later, Joshua attended a military academy and seldom returned, but if he had some spare time when Returning Seal City, he would catch up with Peter Hughes for a sit-down, a chat.

He was very smart, and almost at the first sight of Andrew Hughes, he guessed his identity. He didn’t expose it on the spot but had a private conversation with her, confirmed she didn’t want to tell Camilo, and then acted as if it had never happened. Judging by what followed, he likely helped her keep the secret.

A few months ago, meeting in the Middle East, Crystal received considerable care from both him and his wife.

"Oh."

Crystal lowered her eyelids, picked up her bag, and opened the door.

As she landed, she heard Camilo Nogueira’s voice, "There’s something I want to say, which might not be appropriate."

Crystal paused in her steps.

Then, a deep, powerful voice floated into her ear amidst the summer breeze, "It’s regretful to only now know of your experiences. However, I’m proud of you."

She stood stunned for two seconds, took a long breath without speaking, shut the car door, and then hurriedly walked into the building.

She rushed upstairs, took several steps, heard the iron gate being shut, suddenly stopped, unable to help but cover her face and sob quietly.

——I’m proud of you.

——So am I.

She heard about all the things Camilo had done over the years while preparing for an interview; the top-notch drone development technologies, achievements in rescue drones, charity work worldwide...

Over the years, they’ve stayed exactly on their goals without deviating even a step.

*

Camilo Nogueira drove back to his company.

Entering the underground parking garage, Camilo found a spot to park, and just as he got out of the car, he realized something was amiss.

Two nearby parked cars had their doors open, and several burly men in black stepped out.