Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 888 - 582: Fake Antiques [09] Master Pedro: Did I Consult You?

Having heard what Nora Scott said about the past and seeing Butler Fong’s expression, Pedro Langley connected the dots and understood Nora.

Nora Scott flexed her wrist and paced towards the door.

However, some people were quicker than her.

In the tavern, the staff, except for a few who were weak in combat, immediately stood up and formed a line to block Butler Fong and his group.

"What’s going on?" a bartender, who had some authority, asked.

Faced with these people, Butler Fong didn’t act recklessly. He softened his expression and said, "We don’t intend to cause trouble in Mr. Loughton’s tavern, but this woman has offended our Third Young Master, and we hope to deal with some private matters."

"Miss Scott, Mr. Loughton protects her," the bartender said coldly, enunciating each word, "to touch her is to touch Mr. Loughton."

"..."

Pedro Langley felt a toothache listening to this.

He was very willing to be protected by Nora Scott, but having someone else protect her... was another matter.

"So Mr. Loughton wants to be enemies with our Ford Family!" Butler Fong’s face turned cold, and he shouted angrily.

This man, over fifty, spoke with a full and powerful voice that could be heard on two floors.

This immediately drew countless looks.

The bartender hesitated, gave a signal to another person to call Mr. Loughton.

Nora Scott approached, reaching out to push away those in front of her, but her arm was suddenly pulled. The next moment, she saw Pedro Langley putting away his phone, stepping past her to the middle of the two opposing sides.

Instantly, he became the center of attention.

This man was indeed striking. With an outstanding appearance, he lacked the air of a ruffian or pretense. His demeanor was truly noble, ordinarily reserved and composed like an elite aristocrat. Yet, when he exuded his aura, it added a touch of savagery and wildness, capable of commanding any occasion.

Butler Fong initially disregarded him, assuming he was just a gullible rich kid deceived by Nora. But as soon as Pedro stood up, with just a glance, Butler Fong felt a flutter in his heart, uncontrollably sprouting some fear.

Nora Scott chuckled softly.

Usually, those who dealt with Pedro Langley were astute business people whose decisions could affect millions. How could they be suppressed by a mere butler limited to Yangel’s upper class?

"Can a butler and a bastard son represent the Ford Family now?" Pedro Langley lightly furrowed his brows, his voice laced with coldness, every word sharp.

"..."

Butler Fong was somewhat stunned.

He didn’t know where Pedro Langley came from, or how he knew these things, but just by looking at his aura... he showed no regard for them, unintentionally creating an atmosphere of "I can crush you with a flick of my finger." Faced with this atmosphere, Butler Fong was flustered for a moment, unsure of how to gauge this man.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

During the stalemate, Ivan Ford, who lacked foresight, jumped out and cursed at Pedro Langley: "What’s it to you?! A mere pretty boy, get lost, I have no mood to deal with you! Bring out that ignorant woman!"

Still blocked behind, Nora Scott rubbed her nose, a bit speechless—can’t you just live peacefully?

Ivan Ford’s hand flailed about, almost poking Pedro Langley in the face. Pedro furrowed his brow, looked at this fool waving hand and foot, clicked his tongue in annoyance, sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, slammed him to the ground on his back.

Pedro Langley was wearing work boots, the soles were hard. He kicked him twice more, causing Ivan, who was intending to get up, to cry out in pain, making it impossible to even have the strength to roll over, let alone stand up.

"..."

This scene came too suddenly.

No one expected that this seemingly steady man would actually resort to force directly. And his moves were swift, accurate, and ruthless. No one had time to react before seeing Ivan knocked to the ground, half-dead.

"Third Young Master!" Butler Fong shouted anxiously, then glared coldly at Pedro Langley, "You started this, don’t blame me for being impolite!"

Speaking, he waved his hand, intending to overwhelm by numbers.

Unexpectedly, Pedro Langley calmly bent down, grabbed Ivan’s collar, hoisted him up, and brought him in front of himself.

He slowly reintroduced Ivan’s new identity: "Hostage."

The crowd: "..."

The thugs who were about to rush forward froze in their movements, all turning their heads to look at Butler Fong, wanting to act based on his expressions.

"Pfft."

"Ha!"

A row of staff couldn’t help it anymore, and several of them burst into laughter, either lowering their heads or turning their backs, shoulders trembling.

"..."

Butler Fong’s face flickered between pale and flushed, almost exploding from anger on the spot.

Damn!

This shameless scoundrel!

Unexpectedly ambushing and then pulling him up as a shield and hostage... such disgraceful trickery, utterly unfit for the Martial World!

Butler Fong held his composure, temporarily ordered his men to stand down, and shouted, "Let him go!"

Nora Scott, having laughed behind, finally calmed down. She stepped out, looked at Pedro Langley playfully, then told Butler Fong, "Move aside."

"Leave the Third Young Master behind!" Butler Fong bargained with her.

Miss Scott frowned, about to say something, when Pedro Langley suddenly asked coldly, "Did I negotiate with you?"

Butler Fong: "..."

So damn frustrating.

How did I not notice and let Ivan Ford walk right into the trap?!

Actually, Pedro Langley hadn’t planned to use Ivan Ford as a hostage, he just used him as a shield to buy some time. Just then, Butler Fong received a call, his expression changed drastically midway through, and he quickly glanced at Pedro Langley, his demeanor trembling with a hint of fear.

"...Yes, yes. Second Shaw, we’re coming back right away."

After being scolded harshly and repeatedly promising, Butler Fong finally hung up the phone.

"Misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding." Butler Fong’s face changed instantly, "It was us who didn’t recognize someone so distinguished, and we offended Master Pedro."

Ivan Ford, beaten senseless, was displeased to see Butler Fong fawning over Pedro Langley like that, and immediately cursed, "What the hell, Master Pedro—"

Before he could finish, his head was whacked by Miss Scott. His eyes rolled up, then he passed out completely.

Once unconscious, a person becomes heavier. Too lazy to prop him up, Pedro Langley just pushed him forward, into Butler Fong’s arms.

Straightening his sleeves, Pedro Langley lowered his eyelids slightly, exuding an air of authority, and asked lazily, "Can we go now?"

"Yes, yes."

Butler Fong nodded eagerly.

And so the group, who initially came aggressively to cause trouble, now all bowed their heads and made way, allowing their intended troublemakers to leave smugly.

...

Outside, Miss Scott and Pedro Langley decided to come back to fetch their belongings after dinner.

"Pretty tough, huh." Miss Scott walked beside Pedro Langley, lifting his right hand to see if the scabbed wound on his knuckles hadn’t opened up, and was relieved, "Weren’t you supposed to be a good, obedient husband-to-be?"

Pedro Langley gritted his teeth and admitted, "I can’t stand you being protected by someone else."

"Jealous?"

Pedro Langley snorted lightly, annoyed, "I thought the tavern owner was an old man."

Miss Scott: "..." Sorry, he was a dashing young guy, sorry to disappoint you.

After a pause, Miss Scott changed the subject, "You contacted Ryan Ford?"

"Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Ran into Ivan Ford and Butler Fong, got into some trouble." Pedro Langley analyzed, "The brothers have always been at odds, no matter the reason, Ryan Ford wouldn’t help Ivan."

Miss Scott was surprised, "You investigated even that?"

"...You’re supposed to be the head of intelligence." Pedro Langley was almost speechless.

Utilizing intelligence properly can save a lot of trouble. At the very least, in that situation just now, there would have been no need for a big fight.

Biel Hall was focused on gathering intelligence, but Miss Scott didn’t like to pay attention to it, preferring straightforward action, using her fists.

"I’m not interested in the Ford Family."

Miss Scott raised her eyebrows, looking justified.

Pedro Langley chuckled, "By the way—" he paused, suddenly pulling out an item from his pocket, "I picked this up from Ivan Ford. Doesn’t it look a lot like Ward’s golden cicada?"

"When did you learn that skill..." Miss Scott was amazed by his sleight of hand, took the golden cicada, felt it, examined it, then tossed it back to Pedro Langley, "A fake, not worth much."

"Oh."

Pedro Langley lowered his eyelids, pensive.

Suddenly, Miss Scott thought of something and asked directly, "The Ford Family got a batch of fakes, and Johan Ford didn’t get rid of them, letting Ivan carry them around?"

"The Ford Family’s batch of fakes, it was Butler Fong in charge of receiving them." Pedro Langley understood her implication, "I suspect something fishy."

"..."

The two exchanged a glance.

Then, simultaneously dropped the subject.

Anyway, the Ford Family’s business had nothing to do with them.

But—

During dinner, Pedro Langley received a call from Butler Loxley, and hung up with a somewhat grim expression.

"What’s wrong?" Miss Scott asked.

"Jack Carter got in touch with Butler Loxley," Pedro Langley frowned, "said they might have a second counterfeit antique manufacturing site. The one Jack saw couldn’t supply products nationwide."

Miss Scott paused.