Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 468 - 275: Rosa Sullivan, Julian Linfield’s Final Disciple (Part 2)

Chapter 468: Chapter 275: Rosa Sullivan, Julian Linfield’s Final Disciple (Part 2)
With a cigarette in his mouth, Peter Hughes lowered his voice and hinted, "I’ve been quite busy lately, Andrew from now on—"
Marcus Shaw raised an eyebrow and asked speechlessly, "When is Crystal coming back?"
"Probably in another month or two, I’m not too sure." Peter Hughes replied vaguely. After pausing, he glanced at Marcus Shaw a few times and advised, "Also, come out this weekend, we need some technical backup."
Marcus Shaw: "..."
The detective team, too poor to afford takeout, always deducts his promised pay further each time. But with the thick-skinned Peter Hughes around, he always makes requests as if Marcus owes them a huge debt, making it sound perfectly natural without a hint of asking for a favor.
Peter Hughes patted his shoulder and slipped away before Marcus could think of a reason to refuse.
Later, Peter Hughes personally escorted the siblings to the door, waving at Nora Scott, "Come by next time, easy to pick our lock."
Marcus Shaw + Nora Scott: "..."
*
In the car.
Marcus Shaw sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.
Nora Scott backed the car out and as they drove onto the avenue, suddenly asked, "Wanna catch a movie tomorrow?"
"What?"
Marcus Shaw was momentarily stunned.
"There’s a movie out that I’ve heard is good," Nora Scott said casually.
"... Oh."
Although puzzled why Nora didn’t invite Pedro Langley to the movie, Marcus Shaw pondered briefly and didn’t ask further.
Nora Scott tends to act on impulse, and her reasons are always peculiar.
"When you watch movies, who do you usually go with?" Nora Scott asked again.
"Andrew Hughes."
"Does he understand them?"
"..." Marcus Shaw was choked by her question and, after a pause, quietly added, "Also Peter Hughes."
Nora Scott was surprised and couldn’t help but use her sarcastic skills, "You’ve really got a wide social circle."
Marcus Shaw: "..."
Nora Scott asked, "No peers?"
After a moment of silence, Marcus Shaw could only remain silent, unable to think of a name.
Nora Scott glanced at him with sympathy in her eyes this time.
"..."
Marcus Shaw felt goosebumps from her gaze.
"Perfect timing, a few friends are coming to Fenton City, I’ll introduce you all."
After a slight pause, Marcus Shaw asked, "Is Oliver coming too?"
"Hmm?"
Glancing sideways at him, Nora Scott realized and said flatly, "He’s not suitable."
?
Marcus Shaw looked puzzled.
Nora Scott curled her lips but didn’t explain to him.
*
That night, at the Langley Residence.
"Professor Loughton, I’m heading off."
After dinner, Rosa Sullivan bid farewell to Flora Loughton, speaking softly and delicately.
Flora Loughton looked at her with a smile, "Sure, let me know when you’re at school."
Barely a freshman, Rosa Sullivan was much liked by Flora. Her appearance was pristine, her temperament elegant and serene, her figure tall and well-proportioned, making her the undeniable beauty of the school with both looks and grace.
Additionally, her bamboo flute performance was far beyond her peers, amazing many teachers at the very start of the semester.
It’s said her background is not ordinary; before enrolling, she was the last disciple of Julian Linfield, who was well-known in the circle. Notably, although Julian Linfield had many students over the years, he had never taken on a "last disciple" until now.
He never cared much for lineage, openly and transparently sharing his knowledge and creations, letting those who wished to learn do so. How much they could grasp depended on their abilities and talents.
Liking this student so much, from this semester onwards, Flora Loughton often took Rosa Sullivan to performances, providing her with opportunities for exposure.
"Okay."
Rosa Sullivan acknowledged, grabbed her bag, and left.
As she passed Pedro Langley and Marsh Langley, she politely nodded at them both.
"This girl isn’t bad," Marsh Langley remarked once Rosa Sullivan had left, "Graceful and poised, not arrogant or humble, with great demeanor and manners."
"Of course," Flora Loughton said proudly, sipping her tea, "otherwise, why would I think of matching her with Pedro?"
"..." Pedro Langley, expression indifferent, replied, "You can know a face but not a heart."
"You and your keen eyes," Flora Loughton glared at him, "So only the future daughter-in-law matches your eye?"
Pedro Langley rebutted calmly, "There are quite a few that match my eye."
However, this Rosa Sullivan was not one of them.
Just her title of "Julian Linfield’s last disciple" alone... knowing from the occasional talk with Nora Scott about Julian Linfield’s character, he didn’t believe Julian would take on a last disciple.
Whether this identity was true or false was still hard to say.
"Tch," Flora Loughton opted not to argue further but instead asked, "Did you prepare my birthday gift?"
"No."
"Ha—"
Flora Loughton thought ’having a girlfriend and forgetting about his mom,’ ready to scold him a bit.
However, Pedro Langley quickly amended, "Your future daughter-in-law prepared one for you."
"Really?" Flora Loughton’s eyes lit up immediately, "What is it, let me see."
Pedro Langley cast a glance at her, "I’ll give it to you on your birthday."
"It’s my birthday, I decide," Flora Loughton was so focused on the ’future daughter-in-law’s birthday gift’ that she wouldn’t listen to reason, shamelessly demanding, "Since it’s ready, I want it now."
"Not giving it."
Pedro Langley didn’t even raise an eyelid.
Flora Loughton frowned, "Am I not your mother anymore?"
"Yes."
A single word, utterly heartless.
"Langley!"
Flora Loughton turned to seek help.
Marsh Langley immediately took a stand, "Tomorrow is your mom’s birthday, give it to her now, what’s the problem?"
"..."
Pedro Langley looked speechlessly at the unified front of the middle-aged couple.
This is when Nora Scott should come...
And give them a good retort.
After spending a day apart, Pedro Langley missed her a bit.
Under the pressure from the couple, Pedro Langley surrendered, letting the servant bring out the bamboo flute from the study.
Before long, Flora Loughton opened the wooden box and saw a beautifully crafted bamboo flute, feeling thrilled. As she took it to test the sound, she noticed the engraved letters at the end.
LY.
This marking...
Having once worked with Julian Linfield and having specially researched his works, Flora Loughton instantly recognized it.
Amazed, Flora Loughton raised her eyes and looked at Pedro Langley, "A bamboo flute made by Julian Linfield?"
"Yes."
In disbelief, Flora Loughton asked, "Where did she get it?"
"From Julian Linfield himself."
"She knows Professor Linfield?"
"Yes."
"..."
Flora Loughton fell silent for a moment.
Bending her head slightly, she exchanged glances with Marsh Langley, both reading astonishment in each other’s eyes.
Back in the day, Flora had wanted to acquire a bamboo flute from Julian Linfield, spoke all the nice things, tried both persuasion and coercion, yet he refused to oblige.
Julian Linfield always acted on a whim, rejecting without needing a reason, sometimes merely saying, "Doesn’t suit my taste." And, he had such an eccentric personality that it was probably hard to find a few who "suited his taste" worldwide.
The flutes and xiao he crafted were top-notch, using the best bamboo to make the best flutes and xiao. His handcrafted flutes and xiao appeared in numerous major domestic and international performances and were highly sought after by industry masters.
However, over the years, he had gifted a fair number of flutes and xiao to states and institutions, yet the ones he gave to individuals were few and far between.
Now—
The future daughter-in-law had actually managed to acquire a bamboo flute for her?
Flora Loughton was so stunned she couldn’t speak for a long time.
"How did she do it?"
Understanding Flora’s "failed to obtain a bamboo flute" experience, Marsh Langley was quick to ask the question on Flora’s mind.
"They have a cross-generational friendship," Pedro Langley said calmly, "As for the details, I don’t know."
With Nora Scott’s way of interacting with friends, getting a bamboo flute from Julian Linfield was probably as simple as "saying a word."
However, such a casual statement was hard for Flora Loughton, who had elevated Julian Linfield to god-like status, to accept.
"Langley!"
Flora Loughton suddenly called, her eyebrows and expressions slightly excited.
"Yes?"
Marsh Langley looked over.
Flora Loughton asked with slight concern, "Do you think the little dowry we can offer will please our future daughter-in-law?"
Pedro Langley + Marsh Langley: "..."