Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 412 - 246: Nora Scott Brings Down Zero from the Pedestal Single-Handedly [Part 3]

Chapter 412: Chapter 246: Nora Scott Brings Down Zero from the Pedestal Single-Handedly [Part 3]
[From the moment she cursed "bastard," my last bit of doubt vanished! Hahaha, at that moment I thought — this must be Zero!]
[Her personality is really fiery, but she’s not like those fierce shrews; when she gets angry, she has an aura about her, gives you a look and you don’t even dare to move.]
There were discussions about the image of the two—
[Although vastly different from the carefree old man image in my mind, after watching the live stream, I began to firmly believe that Nora Scott is Zero! Amazing, from appearance to temperament, to aura, she’s beyond comparison!]
[At first, I felt a strong sense of discord; Zero should be anybody but Nora Scott, but after watching the live stream... ummm, I’m floored by God Z’s looks, does anyone disagree?]
[I used to always wonder what the real Zero is like, and indeed felt a macho image suited her more. Later, hearing that Zero is female really startled me; I couldn’t imagine what a female Zero would be like... until tonight’s livestream. She’s exactly the Zero of my dreams! It’s her, it’s her, it’s her! Only she can manage the image of Zero! Both reckless and charismatic, stunningly unique!]
Some worried about Nora Scott’s career—
[Zero’s fans, shouldn’t we stir up the talk about Nora Scott?]
[Ladies, let’s start the ranking! This passionate spirit can’t be wasted, let’s do some data work for our idol!]
[Get the data rolling! Fan club, let’s organize! Everyone, be conscious!]
Some joked and joined the fun—
[Waiting for Zero fans who also hate Nora Scott to collectively go silent. I really want to interview them about their current feelings, hahaha.]
[Nora Scott single-handedly pulled Zero off the pedestal! From now on, God Z’s blemishes won’t just include photography, but also acting!]
[Everyone’s been waiting for someone to pull God Z off the pedestal, who knew it would be God Z herself.]
[Ummm, in my heart, Zero is still perfect, Nora Scott’s scandals are her business, not related to my Zero.]
Of course, discussions surrounding Nora Scott’s last remarks were also endless, with everyone expressing their opinions.
Undoubtedly, this evening, Zero and Nora Scott dominated the screens powerfully.
All-encompassing discussions.
*
In the living room’s balcony.
Moonlight like water, spreading a layer of gauze on the ground.
Nora Scott leaned on the railing, standing at an angle, facing the community, outside were the artificial lake and greenery, farther away were similar high-rise buildings, lights flickered in and out in a thousand homes.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her loose long hair lifted by the night breeze, brushing past her shoulders, gently fluttering behind.
With the phone held to her ear, she spoke little, occasionally uttering a few words, not revealing any information.
A long while.
The call ended, she put away her phone.
"Finished?"
Just as she turned back, Nora Scott heard a question.
Pedro Langley appeared beside the balcony’s floor-to-ceiling window, silently, unnoticed for how long he had stood there.
Backlit, his figure elongated, a shallow shadow falling beside Nora Scott’s hand.
"Mm."
Nora Scott responded indifferently.
"I’m not short on time," Pedro Langley calmly looked over, not making the atmosphere tense, instead asking coolly yet casually, "Is there a story you want to tell me?"
A straightforward turn, Nora Scott leaned against the railing with her back, paused for a moment, then raised her brow at him, "Give me a cigarette."
Pedro Langley instinctively turned sideways, trying to hide the pocket on one side of his pants.
"Don’t bother," Nora Scott’s lips curled, a lazy voice with a hint of laughter, "I saw it already."
Brows furrowed, Pedro Langley took two steps forward, "Who was the one advising me to cut down on smoking last time?"
"Telling a story without a cigarette, there’s no vibe."
"Nonsense."
So, Nora Scott didn’t argue with him, she asked directly, "Giving or not?"
"No."
Pedro Langley outright rejected.
As expected of his answer, the next moment, Nora Scott suddenly leaned forward, wrapped one arm around his lean, strong waist, and collided into his embrace, catching him off guard, her other hand had already reached into his pocket.
Yet, Nora Scott seemed unaware, slightly proud as she pulled out the pack of cigarettes, raising her brow at him, "Us in the Martial World often prefer force."
"Give it a rest," releasing his waist, Nora Scott raised her hand to cover his face, gently patted, enunciating, "We don’t engage in illegal activities."
"..."
Warm and soft in his embrace, with constant little movements, Pedro Langley was flustered by her actions.
Fortunately, Nora Scott soon retreated, walked to the railing, and deftly picked out a cigarette, asking him, "Want to hear?"
Pausing for a few seconds, Pedro Langley relaxed a bit before uttering a single word, "Listen."
All eyes and heart on her, in fact, Pedro Langley’s interest in stories was not as high as before.
Only blowing the night breeze, slowly calming down a little.
From his pocket, Nora Scott took out a lighter, deftly lighting a cigarette, and then returned the pack to Pedro Langley.
"Feeling a bit annoyed."
Fingers lightly tapped the cigarette butt, Nora Scott lowered her eyelids slightly, her brows furrowing lightly.
"Look at me," Pedro Langley pulled her wrist over, bringing her closer, lowered his head, intently watching her, "Still annoyed?"
Raised her eyes at him for a few times, then soon, she chuckled softly, "Better."
Pedro Langley pinched her cheek.
"Not everyone can take responsibility for their choices." Her eyes dimmed a bit, tone slightly cool, "I can do it, others may not."
Last year in the hospital, she met a man.
Very young, only in his thirties, yet looked like he was in his fifties, his temples had already turned white.
Claimed to be a professional comic artist, signed with a little-known comic institution, but the works he churned out day and night went unviewed, earnings scant.
He had a wife, a daughter.
Wife was uneducated, labored in physically demanding jobs with similarly meager pay, daughter was cute, very sensible, yet suffered from malnutrition.
Inconceivable that nowadays, such a young, healthy family of three would live in such poverty and constraints.
Relatives and friends advised the man to give up comics, no matter what job he switched to, his salary would be much more.
He refused.
Actually, due to family pressure and reality, he had chosen to give up.
But the night he decided to give up—
Zero tweeted, with the phrase "Good comics never go out of style" inspired him, making him feel—perhaps, he could keep trying.
This determination, he held on for another year or so.
However, family life grew increasingly difficult, and he, due to prolonged exhaustion from work, was hospitalized.
No money for treatment, family had no savings at all; his wife had to borrow everywhere, enduring bitter hardship.
At that time, Nora Scott frequently visited the hospital, by chance met his daughter, then learned of his situation. Initially intended to lend some help, but his health was too weak, couldn’t hold on for even a few days, departed this world.
Wife couldn’t withstand the pressure, remarried soon, daughter was left to family elders.
Nora Scott would occasionally provide some assistance.
Just now, she had called the elder and chatted with the little girl for a bit.
"I don’t think I was wrong in what I said," After narrating, Nora Scott paused briefly, the cigarette between her fingers burned to its end, scorching her fingers causing a slight twitch, "But, what could blind fervor bring? Life isn’t a hot-blooded comic. Consider consequences before making a choice, it’s important."