Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 352 - 220: Wraith Lachlan of the Northwest, Nora Scott Is the First Villain Blackwood

Chapter 352: Chapter 220: Wraith Lachlan of the Northwest, Nora Scott Is the First Villain Blackwood
If it weren’t for Luna Durant, perhaps she would still be curious about that "Thief" and would want to test her skills against his, to see his abilities.
But since it involves Luna Durant and the Durant Family branch, she doesn’t want to help at all.
She couldn’t wait for their house to be swept clean.
"Yes, yes."
The Mediterranean boss was stunned, quickly nodding, not daring to defy.
"Nothing else," Nora Scott said blandly.
"Then I’ll be going."
The Mediterranean boss bent his waist, heading for the door.
"Wait."
Nora Scott spoke leisurely, stopping him again.
The Mediterranean boss quickly turned around, asking diligently, "Is there anything else you need?"
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Nora Scott asked, "You understand the rules?"
"I understand, understand." The Mediterranean boss nodded like a pecking chick, "I’ve never seen you."
After making his promise, within these few seconds, the Mediterranean boss was scared into a cold sweat.
Perhaps this female devil had too many titles, each terrifying enough on its own, and the combined effect was too obvious; just hearing her hint made the Mediterranean boss shiver uncontrollably.
"Hmm."
Nora Scott responded lazily.
The Mediterranean boss’s legs were trembling, as if stepping on cotton, feeling light and unreal as he walked out the door.
It wasn’t until he closed the door to the private room that the Mediterranean boss finally let out a long breath, feeling alive again.
*
The sky was turning dark, and Nora Scott didn’t stay long at the teahouse. After sipping some tea, she left with an umbrella.
The Mediterranean boss must have given advance notice, as no waiter came to ask her to pay from the time she left the second floor to when she exited.
Nora Scott was happy to have a free meal.
Just as she walked out, Luna Durant arrived right after.
The road was bumpy, full of puddles, and the path was narrow, making it hard to drive. Luna Durant casually parked somewhere and walked to the teahouse with an umbrella, rushing on the way and getting her pant legs splattered with dirty water and mud.
She didn’t care, stashing the umbrella and heading straight for the front desk.
"Miss Durant, hello—"
The receptionist greeted her with a smile, but was interrupted by her frowning, "Where’s your boss?"
"The boss is in the store. I’ll arrange for you to go to the second-floor private room. He’ll be there shortly," the receptionist replied courteously.
"Hmm."
Luna Durant answered displeased.
...
A few minutes later.
"Why didn’t she agree?"
After hearing the Mediterranean boss relay the response from the "Northwest Rakshasa," Luna Durant couldn’t sit still and stood up, patting the table and yelling directly at the Mediterranean boss.
"Did you tell her that we can increase the offer, any amount will do!"
"..."
The Mediterranean boss was shocked, looking at this willful second miss of the Durant Family.
This girl seems almost the same age as the "Northwest Rakshasa," so why the huge gap?
Impulsive, reckless, restless... and thoughtless.
After so many years in the Martial World, does Northwest Rakshasa even care for money?
With such a reputation, of course, she takes orders according to her mood, not needing to provide any reason.
Talking about money?
Vulgar.
"It’s not about the money." The Mediterranean boss advised kindly.
Luna Durant glared, unconvinced, "Then what is it? Did she set conditions?"
"Not every request for her is one she takes on."
The Mediterranean boss felt somewhat embarrassed, as if talking to a child.
With a frown on her face, Luna Durant seemed to agree with the Mediterranean boss after a while, yet still wasn’t willing to give up.
She spoke coldly, "How did you find her? Give me her contact information, I’ll talk to her personally."
"I don’t have her contact information."
"Then did you communicate with her using telepathy?" Luna Durant replied sourly.
"She found me."
The Mediterranean boss had a headache.
Luna Durant was startled, "She came to your teahouse?"
Remembering that warning glance from "Northwest Rakshasa," the Mediterranean boss shivered suddenly.
"No!"
He replied emphatically, with a firm tone.
Suddenly realizing something, Luna Durant pressed her hand on the table, tightening the pressure as she asked, "She must have met you then, right?"
"No!"
Again, a very affirmative reply.
"Not negotiating face-to-face is equivalent to a violation." Luna Durant glared menacingly, threateningly, "The rules of the path, Mr. Claudio, have you forgotten?!"
"..."
Stimulated by her, the Mediterranean boss almost lost his composure.
Fortunately, having roamed the path for years, he had developed some mental resilience, and in front of this little girl, he managed not to slip, maintaining an unobtrusive and unnoticeable stance.
With a stern face, he said gravely, "Indeed, she found me, but I didn’t see her. You’ve heard; she doesn’t show herself to people, and few even know her appearance. Unless she personally finds you, you can’t find her."
"She found you, yet you didn’t see her. How is that?"
Luna Durant found this inexplicable, seizing upon this illogical loophole.
"Before coming to the teahouse, I had something to deal with outside. As I finished and got in the car, suddenly someone appeared behind me, silent and unnoticed, pressing a knife against my waist..."
The Mediterranean boss told her a story.
The legendary "Northwest Rakshasa" silently appeared behind him, completed the negotiation, gave an answer, and then vanished within seconds.
People around seemed unaware of her presence.
As mysterious as it gets.
After finishing his story, seeing Luna Durant suspiciously believing him, the Mediterranean boss felt relieved inside, and then... suddenly realized something.
——Could this be how Miss Lachlan’s mysterious stories are spread?
Upon this thought, a chill ran down the Mediterranean boss’s spine.
Then, he quickly suppressed this dangerous thought.
No matter the case, with such a formidable figure having so many titles, it’s best to just praise her blindly. No one would dare question if you praise to the sky.
Because in the eyes of the world, this person has already transcended the bounds of ordinary people, capable of carrying all the legendary tales that defy logic.
*
Hotel, fifth floor.
Water was still dripping from the folded umbrella. Nora Scott strolled out of the elevator as if taking a leisurely walk, pausing momentarily as her sight swept forward at a corner.
Luna Durant’s assistant, who shouldn’t have been on this floor, was standing outside a room, reaching up to ring the doorbell.
Soon, the door opened, and José peered out, looking puzzled.
Luna Durant’s assistant whispered a few words to him. After a brief hesitation, José stepped back, inviting Luna’s assistant into the room.
Tsk.
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.
Pretending not to notice, Nora walked casually into her room, used her room card to open the door, and went inside.
She placed the umbrella casually, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number.
As soon as the phone connected, she began speaking, unhurriedly, "Chapman, have you arrived in Anchel?"