Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 450 - 263: The Three Siblings, An Unexpected Encounter at the Company [Second Update]

Chapter 450: Chapter 263: The Three Siblings, An Unexpected Encounter at the Company [Second Update]
More importantly, this class is about problem-solving, and with Marcus Shaw’s current ability, he can completely skip it...
Under everyone’s gaze, Marcus Shaw picked up his backpack and openly walked out of the classroom.
Clearly, he was heading to "leave school."
The math teacher’s mouth twitched hard.
The newly favored student...
A bit disrespectful.
At least his favorite student, Oliver Scott, behaves well. Look at him, perfect grades, still sitting steadily in class—
"Teacher, I have a stomachache too."
Just when he was about to give Oliver Scott an approving look, the math teacher saw his "favorite" standing up.
Math teacher: "..."
After class, to Cleveland about switching their seats!
*
Marcus Shaw had just stepped out of the teaching building when Oliver Scott caught up with him.
"Where are you going?"
Oliver Scott ran to Marcus Shaw’s side and stopped.
"..."
Turning his head slightly, Marcus Shaw glanced at Oliver Scott indifferently, said nothing, and walked towards the spot most suited for climbing over the wall.
"Hey—" Oliver Scott followed him, "Are you going to climb the wall?"
"..."
"I just saw you sending messages, did something happen?"
"..."
"I—"
Noisy!
Marcus Shaw, with a dark expression, interrupted him impatiently, "Why are you following me?"
Oliver Scott paused, his eyes looking elsewhere, then scratched the back of his neck unconsciously, "Just came out to clear my head."
Been a good student for more than ten years.
No skipping classes, no truancy, no trouble, methodical and well-behaved.
Somehow, when he saw Marcus Shaw calmly walk out of the classroom, Oliver Scott’s rebellious spirit was stirred.
Without any hesitation, he followed Marcus Shaw out, under the gloomy and terrifying gaze of the math teacher.
Even he hadn’t figured out what he was going to do after running out.
"..."
Marcus Shaw silently gave him a look.
Oliver Scott, who wanted to ask him why he came out, instinctively shut his mouth.
He walked behind Marcus Shaw, one hand in his pocket, looking around, thinking about where to go next, and then suddenly, his eyes caught two familiar figures passing ahead.
Almost instinctively, he took two steps forward, grabbed Marcus Shaw’s arm, and pulled him behind a nearby tree.
"What are you doing?"
Marcus Shaw was baffled by his sudden hiding action.
"Over there," Oliver Scott pointed with his chin towards the corner and lowered his voice, "Dean Carter, and my dad."
Marcus Shaw looked up.
Two middle-aged men were coming around the corner, walking straight in this direction.
Both of them looked somewhat familiar.
One was Dean Carter, whom Marcus Shaw had seen a few times and somewhat remembered.
The other was Ernesto Woods, who had visited through the alley, and Marcus Shaw had sorted through his photos this morning, still fresh in his mind.
"What’s my dad doing at school?"
Hiding behind the tree, Oliver Scott furrowed his brows slightly in thought.
Marcus Shaw turned his head slightly, his expression indifferent, casually explaining, "The Twitter account posting the pictures is a school teacher."
Startled, Oliver Scott looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know?"
If it were a guess, Oliver Scott wouldn’t be surprised.
But Marcus Shaw’s tone was too certain, as if he was thoroughly convinced.
That’s strange...
There wasn’t a whisper about it in school.
"..."
Marcus Shaw remained silent, offering no explanation.
Seeing him fall silent again, Oliver Scott’s head throbbed with pain.
Having been around Marcus Shaw for several months, Oliver Scott knew well enough that if Marcus Shaw didn’t want to say something, no matter how you tried, it was hard to pry open his mouth.
Dean Carter and Ernesto Woods walked past them.
They both looked serious, seemingly discussing something.
Once they were far enough, Oliver Scott secretly breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his gaze, and suddenly noticed Marcus Shaw was already several meters ahead, walking away.
Oliver Scott hesitated for a moment, then caught up with Marcus Shaw, continuing from the previous topic, "Who is it?"
"Anastasia."
Marcus Shaw didn’t stop walking, lazily answering him.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Oliver Scott was taken aback.
That malicious tweet... was Anastasia’s doing?
In the gentle sunshine, a breeze brushed past the boy’s thin body, lifting the loose hem of his school uniform. Oliver Scott felt a chill from deep within his soul.
Even though Anastasia had repeatedly targeted Marcus Shaw, Oliver Scott thought Anastasia was merely prejudiced against Marcus Shaw, along with a stubborn, impulsive, and rigid nature. Never did he expect—
How could she do such a thing?
Pursing his lips, Oliver Scott slightly lowered his eyelids, kicking a pebble underfoot with some agitation.
The breeze brushed by, stirring the stray hairs on his forehead, somewhat obscuring his vision. Oliver Scott reached up to tug the hair covering his eyes, then suddenly realized it had been quite a while since his last haircut and it had grown a lot.
"After lunch, there are two self-study periods."
The boy up ahead spoke with a calm and steady voice, lightly brushing aside the turbulent, restless feelings inside.
"Huh?"
Oliver Scott looked up blankly and found that Marcus Shaw hadn’t gone far, but had stopped not far ahead.
The shortcut they had taken was on a gravel path, surrounded by lush trees.
Further ahead was a stone bridge, bamboo gazebo, and lake, winding pathways with sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting mottled shadows. Marcus Shaw stood amid that blend of light and shadow, one hand gripping his backpack strap, his bangs slightly covering his eyes, his light brown irises exuding faint emotions, his usual indifferent and cool demeanor carrying a hint of laziness.
He spoke unhurriedly, "You can return before the self-study ends."
This was Marcus Shaw’s practical advice.
Never having done something rebellious like this before, Oliver Scott immediately retorted, "I’m not even planning to climb the wall..."
"Oh."
Marcus Shaw responded and then turned to walk forward.
Oliver Scott paused for three seconds.
Then, naturally, he lifted his legs and ran, his youthful body running through the light and shadows along the path, stirring up the wind, carrying an air of ease and relaxation as he landed beside the boy up ahead.
"If you insist on taking me along, then it can’t be helped."
Oliver Scott’s eyes and eyebrows were laced with a smile, the previous agitation and heaviness dispersed in the breeze.
"...Never intended to take you."
Marcus Shaw regretted giving him any pointers just now.
"It’s my first time skipping class, no experience, not sure where to go." Oliver Scott reached out an arm, draping it over his shoulder, "You really won’t take me?"
Not pushing him away, Marcus Shaw lazily glanced at him, "Call me bro."
"Bro!"
Oliver Scott responded swiftly, calling out without the slightest mental barrier.
"..."
Marcus Shaw thought he could add the label "shameless" to him.
*
Biel Security Industrial Co., Ltd.
At the gate.
"Excuse me, what is your business?"
The security guard’s cold, stern question seemed a bit unfriendly.
Andrew Hughes looked up at the security guard and Nora Scott.
Blocked outside the company gate?
Not surprised by the treatment, Nora Scott raised her eyebrows slightly, "I’m here to see Amy Mansfield."
"Not just anyone can see Manager Mansfield," the security guard said, neither arrogant nor humble, then looked intently at Nora Scott, "Your name."
There was an order passed on this morning.
If a woman came looking for Amy Mansfield, they were to "deliberately make things difficult," hence the security guards assigned today were not mere gatekeepers, but of the team leader grade.
This was to ensure the smooth completion of the given orders.
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow.
She thought the "power play" would happen inside the company, not expecting it to start right at the gate.
Not even a cup of tea offered.
Poor service.
Nora Scott didn’t respond to the guard but leisurely took out a Jade Token, played with it for a moment, then lifted the red string and handed it to the guard, lazily inquiring, "Does this look familiar?"
"..."
The guard’s expression shifted slightly, immediately falling silent.
The Jade Token, with Biel Hall’s insignia, dandelion pattern.
The company’s emblem was precisely this.
Ordinary security wasn’t aware, but the team leaders knew of Biel Hall’s existence.
Seeing a Biel Hall Token was akin to meeting the Hall Master, not to be messed with.
It was said that the Biel Hall Tokens were only used at critical times, the number of times by multiple Hall Masters could be counted on one hand, always treated as a treasure—
And she was using it as a means to prove identity and demand compliance?!
Shameless!
Too outrageous!