Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 727 - 459: Nora Scott: My Disciple Can Easily Defeat One or Two Rosa Sullivans

Chapter 727: Chapter 459: Nora Scott: My Disciple Can Easily Defeat One or Two Rosa Sullivans

Facing Oliver Scott’s analysis, Nora Scott appeared quite composed, "Let’s see how Marcus Shaw handles it."

Nora Scott wasn’t the type to worry excessively.

Some people worry here and there, love to do everything themselves, burdening themselves with everything. Like Fátima. Nora was different; she preferred fewer worries, and rarely had people around her who couldn’t handle things independently. Those people would usually solve issues by themselves, and if they couldn’t, they’d ask her for help, and she wouldn’t mind.

But she generally didn’t go looking for trouble.

Oliver nodded, not saying more, seemingly quite assured about Marcus Shaw.

Pedro Langley had no idea who the young girl was, and just listened to them talk about it, considering it resolved.

...

The three arrived at the Hughes family, only seeing Peter Hughes and Andrew Hughes, with no sign of Crystal Hughes.

"Master!"

Upon knowing they were coming, Andrew Hughes had already prepared slippers at the entrance, waiting eagerly to greet Nora Scott.

The summer slippers were specially selected by Andrew Hughes for Nora, fitting her size, white, and very soft and comfortable to wear.

Nora was pleased to enjoy the filial respect shown by her top disciple.

As Oliver passed by, he tousled Andrew’s hair, prompting Andrew to fluff his short hair, while Oliver laughed on the side.

After laughing, he approached Peter, who was wearing a pink apron and serving dishes, asking, "Mr. Hughes, where’s Miss Hughes?"

"She said she went to visit a friend in the hospital." Peter complained, wearing slippers, "Running to the hospital every day, I’m just now enjoying a few days of family life, and now I have to take care of the child again."

Oliver teased, "What if Miss Hughes brings back a son-in-law for you?"

"As if," Peter waved off, clearly having no hope, "Every time she goes to the hospital, it’s for some colleague getting hurt or sick."

If this girl really had any desire for a relationship, she wouldn’t ditch every blind date.

Nora and Pedro exchanged glances, both thinking of a certain person in the hospital.

At this moment, Peter’s gaze swept over to Pedro, looked him up and down, then asked Nora, "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

Nora nodded.

Peter raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can he cook?"

Pedro: ???

Before he could respond, Peter gestured to him to help out casually, "Come, lend a hand."

In the Hughes family, it was traditional not to let women cook. Among the people Peter could call on, Andrew was too young, Oliver was a crasher of the kitchen, Marcus Shaw wasn’t there, so the target was the visiting Pedro.

——He assumed Nora’s boyfriend was a homemaker.

Pedro rarely visited others’ homes, and on the occasion he did, it was usually courteous, never had he been directed to the kitchen immediately after arriving. It left him a bit speechless.

Nora, being mischievous, egged him on, "Langley, go for it."

Pedro: "..."

A few minutes later.

Peter walked out of the kitchen, complicated emotions filling him, heading to the balcony for a smoke to calm his nerves.

Finally, he looked towards the living room at Nora, gestured towards the kitchen, and asked puzzledly, "Aren’t you afraid you’ll starve with such a boyfriend?"

Nora, while eating lychees Andrew gave her, replied with a smile, "He’s rich."

"..."

No wonder.

After finishing a cigarette, Peter calmed down and found an excuse to get Pedro out of the kitchen.

Pedro: "..."

It certainly was a novel and bizarre experience.

He even wanted to see Peter’s reaction when he mistook salt for sugar.

*

"How’s the control I taught you last time coming along?"

As they were about to eat, Nora suddenly remembered about teaching Andrew some skills.

She was an inadequate master, but Andrew was an exemplary disciple, practically another "Marcus Shaw Version 2." Upon hearing Nora’s inquiry, he nodded and ran to the bedroom to bring out two mechanical models made of cardboard.

Nora liked practical teaching. Theoretical knowledge was just the foundation, and Andrew was a genius in self-learning theoretical knowledge, pondering it on his own was sufficient. So, what Nora occasionally taught Andrew were tangible mechanical models. She’d give him a diagram, roughly explain how it worked, then let Andrew recreate it with cardboard.

In other words, Andrew was now in the apprentice craftsman stage, akin to Shaw.

A few days ago, when Andrew and Marcus came to deliver breakfast, Nora had given Andrew two diagrams. She hadn’t expected him to fully recreate them in such a short time.

—He showed some talent.

Holding the mechanical models, Nora couldn’t help but feel a little dazed.

If Antonio Easton were still around and saw Andrew Hughes, he would certainly treat him like a treasure.

After all, Andrew Hughes is diligent and serious, unlike her, who works sporadically. What she could research in three minutes, she would drag out to three days to show Antonio Easton.

In any profession in this world, geniuses are not rare; those who truly excel are absolutely those who refuse to slack off.

"Not bad."

Nora Scott disassembled both cardboard models of mechanical techniques and glanced at Andrew Hughes, who was waiting for the result a bit nervously. She generously praised him without hesitation.

The nervous tension relaxed, and Andrew Hughes immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Nora Scott extended her hand to Pedro Langley, who understood immediately and handed her handbag to her.

Nora Scott opened the handbag, took out a mechanical toy she had made, and handed it to Andrew Hughes, "Take this toy apart, and reassemble it after dismantling. If you get stuck, think about it; if thinking doesn’t help, come find me on set."

"Okay."

Andrew Hughes nodded obediently.

"Isn’t it supposed to be irreproducible and hard to restore?"

Pedro Langley recalled the reassembly process after disassembling the mechanical drone—something even he found headache-inducing.

Nora Scott tilted her head and glanced at him with a raised eyebrow: "Langley, isn’t everything categorized by difficulty level?"

Pedro Langley chuckled.

"Sis, did Andrew really make this?"

Nearby, Oliver Scott was holding the cardboard that Nora had disassembled. After trying to piece it back together, he didn’t fully restore it, inevitably feeling a bit defeated.

"Yes."

Oliver Scott asked with interest, "Do you need any more apprentices?"

"You can’t." Nora Scott glanced at him, shook her head slightly, and said bluntly, "No talent."

Oliver Scott: "..."

Always praised for being smart and adept at learning everything, Oliver Scott had never experienced such an unprecedented blow from his own sister before becoming an adult.

Seeing Oliver Scott looking a bit dejected, Nora Scott laughed and added, "Don’t take it too seriously. Andrew Hughes’s current level could handle a couple of Rosa Sullivans easily."

"Does Rosa Sullivan know she’s become a unit of measurement?" Pedro Langley commented leisurely.

"Pfft—"

Oliver Scott burst out laughing.

He really loved Nora Scott’s audacious attitude of not putting people in her eyes, but he still controlled himself and said with a laugh, "No kidding, sis, that person is the heir of an ancient mechanical techniques family."

Nora Scott curled her lips, "Do you want to try?"

"Huh?"

Oliver Scott blinked, not quite catching on.

"Bring my apprentice to the set tomorrow; let you see the skills of the so-called heir of the ancient mechanical techniques family." Nora Scott clapped her hands, stood up, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Oliver Scott was stunned, turned his head to look at Pedro Langley, who got up afterward, "Brother-in-law, what’s my sis trying to do?"

Pedro Langley glanced at him sideways and said blandly, "Stir things up."

Oliver Scott: "..." He could see that.

Also, he could foresee that the so-called heir "Rosa Sullivan" probably wouldn’t be in a great mood tomorrow.

*

After washing her hands, Nora Scott returned to find the table full of dishes already set, heading straight to the dining table, but got intercepted by Peter Hughes on the way.

"Comrade Nora Scott."

Peter Hughes called out to her nonchalantly, holding the mechanical toy she had just given to Andrew Hughes.

Next to him, Andrew Hughes stood by Peter Hughes’s side, looking up cautiously at the mechanical toy, afraid that Peter Hughes might accidentally crush the fragile toy with a little force.

Oliver Scott and Pedro Langley were probably in the kitchen getting cutlery.

"Hey," Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "Uncle wants to be my apprentice too?"

"..." Peter Hughes was at a loss for words, cursed inwardly but didn’t say it aloud, and nodded towards Nora Scott with his chin, "Is this your creation?"

"Yes."

Raising the mechanical toy, Peter Hughes pointed to the ginkgo leaf mark on it and asked, "Your signature mark?"

"Ah."

Nora Scott replied.

Peter Hughes spread his hands helplessly, "To be honest with you, we’ve been looking for you for a couple of months. I have a case here that requires your cooperation."

Nora Scott: ???