Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 868 - 565: The Fake Master [03] They Are Changing the Era Every Moment

Online supporters of Rosa Sullivan were harshly criticizing Nora Scott and Julian Linfield, accusing their actions of being malicious hype. They claimed both livestreams were just to leverage Rosa Sullivan for attention, with the sole purpose of having Nora Scott earn another wave of popularity to solidify her status.

Amidst this criticism, Rosa Sullivan’s fabricated story of being a disciple seemed insignificant.

Until that dashcam footage was uploaded.

It was footage of a car accident that occurred on the road, but throughout the video, there was only one sentence spoken.

"Bro, Julian Linfield didn’t agree on this end, so we can only execute the second plan. Guide public opinion to say Julian was instigated by Nora Scott, ignoring me, his top disciple, denying my existence, just so I can’t compete for the limelight with Nora Scott..."

It was clearly Rosa Sullivan’s voice.

That one sentence was enough.

Soon after, news broke that Rosa Sullivan did not require resuscitation and only suffered minor injuries. Accompanying this was a photo of Rosa Sullivan sitting in the hospital.

The fans who had been rational and silent by the afternoon couldn’t hold back when they saw this video. They immediately began typing furiously, determined to be the driving force in the snowstorm of an online avalanche against Rosa Sullivan.

[Can’t hold it in anymore! Isn’t this video enough to prove who’s right and wrong?! Are you addicted to defending a green tea bitch?!]

[Nora Scott doesn’t want us to fight, so we won’t. But after watching this for a day, I just want to say, can some people behave like decent humans? Someone creates a persona, does marketing, plays the victim, and doesn’t repent for their mistakes, even thinking about dragging Julian down when begging doesn’t work! Is this something a person would do?! Birds of a feather flock together, that’s for sure.]

[Geez! Rosa Sullivan’s crash this time is pretty severe, she keeps getting slapped in the face and refuses to admit her mistakes, and now the evidence is irrefutable. How will her defenders spin this one?!]

[It’s definitely Rosa Sullivan’s voice. This woman is too vicious, isn’t she? Acting humble in front of Master Linfield but turning around to manipulate public opinion against him... Tsk tsk tsk.]

[Proof of a venomous heart, I hope she never shows up to pollute my eyes again.]

[In two words, toxic.]

[Here I say it, boycott Rosa Sullivan.]

...

Rosa Sullivan’s subsequent refusal to admit wrongdoing and her intention to continue smearing Julian Linfield and Nora Scott directly outraged the public. Coupled with the afternoon’s moral coercion by her supporters, this sparked a fierce backlash, with the entire internet condemning Rosa Sullivan’s various misdeeds.

*

In the car, Nora Scott yawned while scrolling through her phone.

Seeing a series of push notifications, Nora raised an eyebrow and asked Pedro Langley, who was driving, "All these video push notifications about Rosa Sullivan on the internet, you did that, right?"

Pedro Langley affirmed with a sound.

He kept an eye on news related to Nora Scott, but these days, there was so much that he couldn’t manage everything. With Nora Scott’s amazing knack for turning the tables, some news didn’t need his concern as they often resolved themselves over time. However, he still arranged for basic negative PR responses and comment control.

In this instance, Pedro only stepped in to expand the impact through media when Nora decided to retaliate.

Good deeds don’t spread far, but bad news travels fast.

Rosa Sullivan wished to achieve fame, but the popularity she had built up over the past year couldn’t match what she garnered in a mere two days. However, after this wave of notoriety, she probably won’t be able to stand up in the scene anymore.

Not just in the entertainment world, but also in the national music circle.

People in the national music circle valued character... Of course, someone like Julian Linfield, with his exceptional talent, was an exception due to his rebellious nature. But with Rosa Sullivan’s capabilities and numerous scandals, establishing herself in the national music scene would be nearly impossible. Even her title as the campus goddess would be stripped away if she returned to school.

Committing such acts was akin to a rat running across the street, despised by all.

Moreover, with the Langley family suppressing her prospects, Rosa Sullivan’s future seemed utterly bleak.

Nora Scott marveled, "Having money is great."

"It’s all yours," Pedro Langley quirked his lips confidently but then turned the conversation, "Have you prepared my birthday gift?"

"..."

Nora rolled her eyes at him in silence.

She had already made up for last year’s gift, but he was unbelievably demanding, asking her for gifts the previous month to make up for all the missing ones over the years. Nora agreed to it, letting him have his way, though he was still worried she might brush it off, so he constantly reminded her.

This was the first time she’d seen someone so insistent about their birthday gift.

"Here you go." Nora gestured to the backpack at her feet and said, "Everything’s in there, just wait."

Pedro Langley glanced down, furrowing his brow.

Nora raised an eyebrow and said, "Handmade."

"Oh."

Pedro Langley immediately looked comfortable.

This time, Pedro wasn’t just accompanying Nora; he supposedly had work to do as well, though Nora didn’t ask for details.

"How long will you stay?"

"As long as you’re here."

"Aren’t you busy with other work?"

"No," Pedro Langley responded nonchalantly, "I’ve promoted a few people, so they can handle it."

Biel Hall, being a semi-official institution with members across the country and even the world, allows Nora Scott to play the role of an absentee landlord, tossing things from one person to another. Anything that requires her personal involvement can be handled by her senior sister online, so Pedro Langley feels he should emulate Nora Scott’s approach to unburden himself, and so he learned a trick or two from her.

Work will be much easier in the future.

"Oh."

Nora Scott nodded, the corners of her lips drawing slightly.

Ordinarily, Pedro Langley works nine-to-five, so she has to mind the time when she wants to chat with him out of boredom. Now that Pedro is freer, she’s naturally pleased.

In the future, there’ll be more opportunities to drag Pedro out to play.

— She still has many places she wants to take Pedro to see.

*

Julian Linfield’s residence isn’t far from the project site, just a two or three-hour drive.

The journey is full of mountains. The further you go in, the steeper and more perilous the peaks become, with towering mountains stretching on endlessly.

As night gradually falls, Nora Scott rolls down the car window, rests her elbow against the window sill, and leans her chin on her elbow as she looks out at the dim outlines of the peaks in the misty night, her eyes flickering with light as she ponders something.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing her lying still, Pedro Langley hands her a bottle of water and pulls her back.

Nora Scott sits back, takes the water, unscrews the cap, turns to look at Pedro Langley, and says lightly, "I’ve been thinking all along, what can Mechanical Techniques do."

"Hmm?"

Pedro Langley raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"If a skill cannot benefit the world, it’s merely a pastime." Nora Scott thought carefully, then found a metaphor, saying, "For example, civilian drones are just a pastime."

"Even a pastime has its value."

"Such value isn’t worth Easton spending his lifetime’s efforts on." Nora Scott said casually, then paused, glancing again at the distant range of mountains, "However, I see its value now."

For the benefit of the people, to bring prosperity to them.

That’s what makes it worth devoting one’s life to research.

For those who can dedicate themselves to research, the pride and accomplishments that come from the final results are unmatched by any amount of financial gain.

Antonio Easton wouldn’t even glance at those gadgets made for fun, indifferent and contemptuous, yet he never told Nora Scott what Mechanical Techniques could do.

He let Nora Scott find out for herself.

Nora Scott didn’t want to find out, because she had traversed mountains and valleys and hadn’t met many talented masters of Mechanical Techniques. They were hypocritical and closed-minded, guarding skills lost again and again as wealth, unaware that technological development outside had long disregarded their skills.

During her two years at Capital Tech, Nora Scott had seen things made with multiplied efforts and time, where modern technology could greatly save time and achieve the same effect. So she was even more reluctant to find out.

She admired people with vision and then gave up her own vision in this era of rapid technological development and lost skills.

Pedro Langley smiled, whispering, "You will feel proud."

Nora Scott lowered her eyelids, fiddling with a uniquely crafted small curved knife in her hand, gave a shallow smile, and said no more.

She told the director of "Fire": do your job well, walk your path well, no one can change the era and the industry.

But Pedro Langley told her, standing at the pinnacle of any industry — they are constantly changing the era.

...

The landing place was a small mountain village without any tourism industry or lodging facilities. The project team directly rented the residences of locals, particularly a residence of a well-off family, which was a three-story villa with a lake in front and bamboo forest behind, providing a very pleasant environment.

Pedro Langley dropped Nora Scott off outside the villa.

As she picked up the backpack by her feet, Nora Scott suddenly remembered Pedro Langley’s accommodation for the night and asked, "Where are you staying?"

"Another residence," Pedro Langley replied, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning to go take a look."

"Okay."

Pedro Langley said, "The environment over there is nice too. You’re welcome to stay any time you want."

Nora Scott nodded, contemplated for a moment, and said, "Take a picture for me tonight."

"Alright."

Kissing her forehead, Pedro Langley smiled in agreement.

Nora Scott bid him farewell and, after closing the car door, neatly carried her backpack towards the villa.

But —

Upon entering the courtyard, before she saw anyone else, two security guards came over and blocked her way.

"Who are you? Outsiders are not allowed to enter here."