Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 372 - 229: Hidden Mechanism Easter Egg, Raising Mrs. Winter’s Suspicions (Part 5)

Chapter 372: Chapter 229: Hidden Mechanism Easter Egg, Raising Mrs. Winter’s Suspicions (Part 5)
"Lucy."
The assistant director glanced at Lucy Windsor next to her.
Reluctantly, Lucy Windsor, her hands full, first handed her things to Mr. Carter, then, suppressing her displeasure, glanced at Nora Scott before lowering her head.
"I’m sorry, I thought you guys were fans at the time and said some inappropriate things—"
"Ahem." The assistant director coughed lightly to interrupt Lucy Windsor, then smiled at Nora Scott, "Newcomer, newcomer, doesn’t know how to speak. Even if they were fans, they shouldn’t be treated like that. But this was really a misunderstanding, it was a mistake."
With the assistant director’s hint, Lucy Windsor had no choice but to swallow her pride.
"I’m sorry."
She bowed to Nora Scott, sincerely apologizing.
She never expected that meeting a few people casually would end up being "valuable guests" of the museum.
The show crew needed to shoot additional video material and relied on them.
Half an hour ago, upon learning about this incident, the assistant director had immediately scolded her, saying if it happened again, she’d be fired. Then, he told her to quickly go out, buy some nice food and drinks, as well as gifts, and deliver them to them.
Although Lucy Windsor felt extremely wronged, it was a matter of her job, so she had to lower her head.
"It’s just a small matter."
Nora Scott maintained a nonchalant demeanor, seemingly generous enough not to hold a grudge against her.
In reality, the assistant director bringing people to apologize was merely a gesture to show sincerity.
Even if she didn’t forgive Lucy Windsor, there was nothing she could actually do to punish her. It was better to give her a way out, as a favor to the assistant director.
Seeing her relent, the assistant director beamed, repeatedly thanking her and saying a bunch of nice words.
After a few minutes of superficial chatter, the assistant director left with his people.
"Miss Scott..."
Mr. Carter raised the bags in his hands.
There were local specialties, as well as drinks and snacks, some of which were still warm, likely just bought.
Nora Scott looked back.
Sure enough, Katherine Collins and Henry Chapman came over of their own accord, and took the items.
Free food that fell from the sky, not eating it would be a waste.
Just right for a late snack.
"So much food, there’s stinky tofu, donkey rolls, dragon beard candy, sesame cakes..." Katherine Collins’ eyes gleamed.
They originally planned to visit the food street, but now everything was delivered to their door, much more convenient!
Nora Scott asked, "Shall we go?"
Eating in the museum wasn’t appropriate either.
"Sure."
"Yeah."
Katherine Collins and Henry Chapman responded one after the other.
Mr. Carter sighed with relief and quickly said, "Then I’ll escort—"
"No need to escort us."
Nora Scott interrupted him.
Escorting back and forth made it feel uncomfortable.
Mr. Carter added, "But you all—"
"Know the way."
Nora Scott said succinctly.
"Alright then."
Mr. Carter nodded.
Coincidentally, having just discovered so many secrets on the Mechanical Puppet, he was eager to call the old curator and inform him of this matter.
—The old curator would surely be very shocked!
The three said their goodbyes and left the room which the museum regarded as a precious treasure.
*
Nora Scott led the way in front, heading straight for the exit.
Occasionally, some staff would glance at them.
"Are you filming the mechanism tomorrow?" Nora Scott casually asked Katherine Collins.
"The puppet’s mechanism?"
Still immersed in excitement, Katherine Collins spoke with a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her face.
"Mm."
Katherine Collins was surprised, "Can we still see it tomorrow?"
Nora Scott said calmly, "Just ask for permission."
"Hmm..."
Katherine Collins furrowed her brows slightly, a bit troubled.
When she saw those two photographers, Katherine Collins indeed felt a bit regretful—had she known, she would have had their photographers come along too, to capture some footage.
Because she never expected to witness the puppet’s mechanism firsthand, and with Nora Scott convincing her at the hotel that they’d have to sneak in late at night, taking videos would be definitive proof of "breaking and entering," fearing the police might be called on them.
If she contacted people after entering the room, it would definitely be too late.
Making people wait just wasn’t her style.
She simply let it be.
Even during the ten seconds of the puppet’s mechanism performance, her small regret didn’t fade.
But—
"Let’s just leave it be."
Katherine Collins exhaled, feeling relieved, "Those ’easter egg’ mechanisms should be left for others to discover. If everything’s revealed all at once, it loses its surprise factor."
She believed arranging such easter eggs was a joy of interacting with the creator.
Of course, after today, others might reveal those easter eggs all at once, but...
She wouldn’t push it.
After all, her filming focus was still on traditional puppet performances, a bit distant from the mechanical puppet.
Nora Scott looked at her with deeper meaning.
Not arrogant, not eager for quick success.
Just based on this "museum’s treasure" performance and those easter eggs, once included in her documentary, it would surely attract a great deal of attention. But she didn’t seem to care at all.
Beside her, Henry Chapman seemed to notice this too, his gaze swept over Katherine Collins and then casually retracted.
*
In the room.
After sending off the three VIPs, the staff member who had been with Mr. Carter was full of curiosity, moving closer.
"Mr. Carter, who exactly are they, that the old curator told us to treat them with such care?" The staff member furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled.
"I don’t know."
Mr. Carter was also curious about this.
"Do you think they might be descendants of the creator from back then..."
The staff’s eyes shifted as he quietly speculated, "That Miss Scott had a calm face throughout. Every time we see it, we’re amazed, but she seemed unimpressed. And those small mechanisms, small surprises, she didn’t seem amazed by them, like she knew all about it."
As he voiced this guess, the gossiping heart of the staff was stirred.
If she truly was a descendant of the creator back then, then, then... just thinking about it made the staff member very excited.
"Don’t talk carelessly without concrete evidence." Mr. Carter warned him, "The old curator said he didn’t know who the creator was."
"But we’ve all privately guessed that he knows—"
Mr. Carter interrupted him, "Guesses are guesses, don’t treat them as fact."
The staff member begrudgingly fell silent.
Mr. Carter looked back, catching sight of the three figures disappearing around a corner.
A trace of doubt flashed in his brows.
In fact, he thought so too.
Perhaps, this Miss Scott had some intricate connection with the creator from back then.
But then again, since the creator had chosen not to reveal themselves, they probably didn’t want any public attention.
It was best for them to pretend they didn’t know anything.
*
At night, eleven-thirty.
The day’s filming for "Searching for the City’s Secret" finally came to an end, with the director announcing wrap-up.
The exhausted guests all breathed a sigh of relief, following the crew out of the puppet museum like zombies.
Clement Winter slumped into the car, not wanting to move.
When his assistant handed him his personal phone, he barely lifted an eyelid, having no desire to move.
Until the assistant spoke, "I think your mom sent a message."
Mom!
Clement Winter, face drooping, dared not slack off, reluctantly raising his weary hand to take the phone.
Fingerprint unlocked, opening WeChat.
Before returning to the backstage of the performance hall, he had sent ten or so previously recorded short videos to Evelyn Winter all at once.
Half an hour after sending, Evelyn Winter had replied to him.
Also, typically aloof Evelyn Winter had replied with several messages.
[Mrs. Winter]: Where was this filmed?
[Mrs. Winter]: Do you know who made it?
[Mrs. Winter]: [Photo]
[Mrs. Winter]: Don’t you think this pattern looks familiar?