Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1059: Chapter 735: The Grand Finale [06] Mo Mo Gave Birth to Twins (One Boy and One Girl)

"Boss Alex, are all the banners from the police station still with you over the years? Please pack them and send them to me."

"Yes, they’re all here." Boss Alex paused, "You said they took up space and gathered dust every time. What’s changed now?"

Nora Scott thought for a moment and said, "I want to hang them in the study."

"..."

Boss Alex fell into a strange silence on the other end.

"It’s important for prenatal education." Nora said earnestly.

"Want the legendary proper upbringing?"

"Exactly."

"..."

Boss Alex began to see Nora in a different light.

—— Becoming a mother really changes one’s mindset.

"I’ll send them to you tomorrow," Boss Alex said.

He was recently in Anchel, so he could send them personally to Nora.

"Okay." Nora responded, then added, "Also send some snacks along."

"Sure."

Boss Alex agreed with a laugh.

After hanging up the phone, Nora recalled the banners she had received — luckily, she listened to Boss Alex and didn’t throw them all away, but had him store them in the warehouse instead.

"Sis."

Oliver Scott, who overheard Nora’s conversation, moved over somewhat alarmed.

"What?" Nora glanced sideways at him.

Pausing a little, Oliver reached for the coffee table, grabbed a Ginsengfruit, took a bite to calm his nerves, and then gathered his words to ask, "The banners from the police station you mentioned, are they the kind I’m thinking of?"

Not stacks of "handcuffs" or "criminal records," right?

It’s not that he didn’t believe Nora.

But, like Pedro Langley—

After being around Nora for a while, it becomes subconscious to think she might occasionally engage in some law-breaking activity, needing someone to bail her out from the police station.

After all, Nora’s way of doing things easily draws such assumptions.

Even when acting as a "female knight," if she is doing good deeds, their first thought is—will Nora be too heavy-handed and leave someone beaten up?

"What else could it be?" Nora asked rhetorically.

Oliver: "..." Uh huh, uh huh.

This truly is an unbelievable matter.

Now—

Marcus Shaw pushed open the door, "Sis, there’s a package for you."

"Oh." Nora glanced at him, "What is it?"

"Don’t know." Marcus replied, then looked at a long package box and found the delivery slip, "The sender is the Meishanel town police station."

"Open it and see."

Oliver enthusiastically jumped off the sofa and eagerly leaned over.

Marcus opened the package box, taking out a simply packaged—banner.

Oliver: "..."

Marcus: "..."

"It’s the first time I’ve seen the police station send a banner to a civic-minded citizen." Marcus genuinely commented.

"According to Sis," Oliver touched his nose, cleared his throat, "there’s still a pile of them stored."

Marcus: "..."

This world surely is magical.

Marcus, who always worries about receiving calls from the police asking him to bail his sister out... found this situation a bit beyond his comprehension.

Nora glanced at Marcus, then at Oliver, realizing what they were both thinking, she hissed and raised an eyebrow, "Am I not worthy?"

"Worthy. Very worthy." Oliver nodded eagerly, picking the right words, "It’s tailored just for you."

"..."

Nora pouted, not believing it.

Everyone has a "prejudice" against her.

But what she can’t understand is, she doesn’t have a face like Humphrey Jennings, who looks like he’s "not a good person."

Seeing Nora’s expression, Oliver felt a bit guilty, so he held that banner high and eagerly asked Nora, "Sis, want to post a tweet and slap the netizens’ faces?"

"No slap."

Marcus + Oliver: "..." Is being a mom stopping the slap queen image? Their sister’s attitude change is a bit quick.

Just as they felt surprised, Nora spoke again softly, "One banner isn’t impactful enough."

"..."

Sorry, they were overthinking.

*

Pedro was on a business trip today, wouldn’t be back at night.

Butler Loxley was also not around.

So, Oliver bought groceries, Marcus cooked, and the two worked in harmony to provide Nora with a rather satisfactory dinner.

After eating, Nora Scott lay on the deck chair, playing the game Marcus Shaw had made on her phone, while watching the cringe-worthy TV drama she had once starred in on television — it was said the drama was played for the child in her belly to listen to.

Oliver Scott stayed on the sofa, watched an episode of the TV drama, and let out a long sigh, then raised his hand to rub his eyes.

He turned his head, rested his elbow on the back of the chair, and asked Nora Scott, "Sis, is your purpose of playing this TV drama... hoping to give birth to a daughter who will grow up to be as beautiful as you?"

— He racked his brains for an hour and failed to figure out the reason why Nora Scott played this TV drama.

— Surely it wouldn’t be to blind the eyes of his future niece (nephew), right?

Nora Scott glanced at him, answered, "No." Then she lowered her head again.

At this moment, Marcus Shaw walked over, placed a freshly brewed cup of passionfruit honey water beside Nora Scott, and then walked towards the sofa, saying blandly, "She wants to give birth to a well-behaved son like Andrew Hughes."

"Ah?"

Oliver Scott was surprised.

— Is there any logical connection here?

Marcus Shaw paused, really thinking Nora Scott’s mind was strangely creative, "She asked Miss Hughes what she did during her pregnancy. Miss Hughes worked and also watched her drama. Thought she looked pretty and hoped to give birth to a daughter who would look as pretty as her, so she watched from beginning to end."

Oliver Scott: "..." Ah, this magical world.

If memory serves —

The neighboring Miss Collins is also rewatching Nora Scott’s works recently, just hoping to give birth to a daughter as beautiful as Nora Scott.

"Sis, what if you give birth to a daughter like you?" Oliver Scott asked.

Nora Scott frowned, "Impossible."

"...I mean, what if."

"Then I’d have another one." Nora Scott said very coldly.

Oliver Scott: "..."

Marcus Shaw: "..."

Why do you hold such hostility towards yourself?

"I don’t have Easton’s patience to nurture a granddaughter as excellent as I am." Nora Scott gave a very realistic reason.

She has a very clear understanding of herself.

— Her looks, loved by all; her personality, annoying to all.

Willful, opinionated, hot-tempered, always causing trouble, loves making things happen.

At one point, she felt that growing up, Antonio Easton had never hit her even once, surely he has a saint-like temperament.

If it were her, probably a little slap every three days, a big slap every five days, must educate until dare not jump around ever again.

So, after getting pregnant, her biggest worry is giving birth to a daughter like herself.

"Sis, you don’t need to worry, the brother-in-law is there." Oliver Scott advised.

"..." Nora Scott glanced at him, "I annoy myself."

"Cough."

Oliver Scott almost sprayed out a mouthful of water.

— Sis, there’s no need to dislike yourself so much.

Marcus Shaw looked at Nora Scott in surprise — that Nora Scott had such a profound understanding of herself.

"Right," Oliver Scott patted his chest, took another sip of water to ease, "Isn’t Miss Morton about to finish her postpartum period soon? The last time my brother and I went to see her, both babies were very obedient, said they are completely unlike their parents. So, sis, you don’t need to worry too much."

"..."

Nora Scott raised her eyebrows slightly.

Fátima gave birth to a pair of twins, a brother and a sister, born like exquisite carved jade, very easy to care for, not troublesome at all.

Nora Scott went to see them.

— And then she accepted her own pregnancy.

But what if she fears this pair of twins, along with the new one emerging from her belly, eventually become little tyrants like herself, Fátima, and Amos Sullivan?

Anyway, she holds a double standard: she can be troublesome, but the kids can’t. Giving birth to kids should be like Andrew Hughes, simpler.

"Ding-dong — ding-dong —"

As the conversation reached this point, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"I’ll go open the door."

Oliver Scott jumped off the sofa, very actively went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Butler Loxley.

He held an envelope in his hand.

"Loxley!" Oliver Scott greeted Butler Loxley with a smile.

"Master Scott." Butler Loxley nodded at him, then asked, "Is your sister here?"

"Yes."

Oliver Scott stepped back two steps, handed a pair of shoes to Butler Loxley to let him in.

"Loxley." Nora Scott stopped her game when she saw Butler Loxley, sat up, and asked in confusion, "Aren’t you not supposed to come over?"

"There’s something that came up last-minute." Butler Loxley walked over, handed the envelope he held to Nora Scott, "Master Pedro asked me to pick up a package, it’s urgent, and told me to quickly deliver it to you."

At the sight of that envelope, certain scenes suddenly flashed in Nora Scott’s mind, her expression became more serious, and she immediately took the envelope.

She opened it.

Inside was a thick stack of blueprints.

[Blueprints completed, please accept.

— All-Powerful·Copy Machine·Michael Quinn]