Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1069: Chapter 745: The Grand Finale [16] Trespassing

"We—"

Nora Scott casually tried to come up with an excuse.

However, just as she was about to start speaking, she saw the person who had called for security bend down respectfully and say, "Hall Master."

Nora Scott: "..."

Marcus Shaw: "..."

Pedro Langley: "..."

This world always seems to have unexpected shortcuts, with no chance to take a roundabout way.

Two minutes later.

Pedro Langley drove through the community gate smoothly, under the admiring gaze of the security guard.

Marcus Shaw silently closed his notebook.

Nora Scott rested her fingers on her chin, deep in thought.

—Although Biel Hall’s members are numerous nationwide, the chance of encountering one is quite small. Yet recently, for some reason, they seemed to be everywhere, like running into ghosts.

Before she could think for long, Pedro Langley arrived at the bottom of a unit building following the address she had provided.

As she unbuckled her seatbelt, Nora Scott leaned back, looked at Marcus Shaw, who was preparing to get off, and asked, "Going up together?"

"Yeah."

Marcus Shaw nodded affirmatively.

"Alright."

Nora Scott agreed.

"..."

Pedro Langley’s head throbbed.

A pregnant woman and an examinee, disregarding all consequences, directly breaking in.

He couldn’t stop worrying.

With a light sigh, Pedro Langley could only pull out the key and quickly follow the two, in case anything happened and he needed to intervene.

An elderly man came out of the building, and the three of them took the opportunity to hurriedly enter the building before the door closed.

Soon after, they reached Alma Ferreira’s doorstep.

Nora Scott rang the doorbell.

A minute later, the door opened, revealing a man.

The man wore a cold expression, scrutinized the three with a glance, and frowned, "Who are you looking for?"

"Oliver Scott," Nora Scott stated the name.

A hint of an odd color flashed across the man’s face; he froze for a second, then raised his hand to close the door, "There’s no one by that name here, you have the wrong place."

The door pushed outward, but suddenly met resistance and didn’t close.

A hand pressed against the door, stopping it. It was Pedro Langley.

"Step aside," Nora Scott said sternly, her voice icy.

The man’s expression changed slightly, and he blocked the doorway with harsh words, "I’m warning you, breaking into someone’s home is illegal—"

Before he could finish the word "illegal," Marcus Shaw took a sudden step forward, gripped his shoulder, yanked him down, and slammed his knee into his abdomen, causing him to lose support and be easily thrown to the ground by Marcus Shaw.

He lay on the ground, sweating profusely from the pain.

Nora Scott: "..."

Pedro Langley: "..."

After dealing with the man swiftly and decisively, Marcus Shaw turned his head to glance at the other two, "Should we go in?"

Nora Scott and Pedro Langley exchanged glances, then silently stepped through the door together.

But—

As she passed by Marcus Shaw, Nora Scott suddenly thought of something and said, "Breaking into someone’s home is illegal."

"...I know," Marcus Shaw felt he knew a bit more law than Nora Scott.

"..."

Pedro Langley felt a headache coming on.

Each of them would need him to bail them out at the station later.

Then, just as the man on the ground was about to reach for Nora Scott’s ankle, Pedro Langley suddenly stomped down, pinning the man’s wrist to the floor, applying slight force, causing him immense pain.

He warned in a low voice, "Behave."

"..."

The man shivered in fear.

He whimpered.

Could you give me a heads-up before you act?!

At least a warning, huh!

"Who are you?!"

"What do you want?!"

As the three of them crossed the entrance, two figures dashed out from the living room. Both men were tall and fierce-looking. Upon seeing the trio, their faces immediately darkened, and after spotting the man unable to get up by the doorway, they wasted no time and directly attacked the three.

Nora Scott wanted to fight back.

But just as she took half a step forward, one hand from each side suddenly reached out, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back.

In the next second, two shadows lunged forward, directly engaging in combat with the men.

Nora Scott, seeing this, hesitated for a second, then stepped forward and calmly walked past the scuffle between the two groups.

Seizing the time while they were entangled, Nora Scott quickly surveyed the layout of the apartment.

It was a four-bedroom flat, with all doors accessible, except for one bedroom door which was closed.

Besides—

There was no sign of Alma Ferreira.

"Knock knock knock."

Nora Scott knocked on the tightly shut door and called out, "Oliver?"

"..."

No one responded to her.

Nora Scott frowned tightly.

She tried to twist the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge—it was locked from the inside.

Just then—

Marcus Shaw and Pedro Langley subdued the two men and walked over.

Pedro Langley: "How’s it going?"

Marcus Shaw: "Is he inside?"

"I don’t know," Nora Scott stepped back two paces and instructed the two, "Break down the door."

Marcus Shaw instinctively moved forward, but Pedro Langley stopped him.

"What if he’s not in there?" Pedro Langley asked Nora Scott.

Nora Scott replied indifferently, "We’ll deal with it then."

They’d already broken in and hit people, so breaking down a door hardly mattered at this point.

"Bang—"

Just as Nora Scott’s words fell, Marcus Shaw rammed the door.

However, it didn’t open on the first try.

Marcus Shaw was about to try again, but as he moved forward, Pedro Langley held him back.

Pedro Langley gave him a once-over, "Step aside."

What’s the point of letting someone who’s about to take an exam get injured by a door?

Marcus Shaw paused and then moved to the side.

Pedro Langley stepped up.

After two hits, the door flew open.

With a loud "bang," the door slammed against the wall, causing a violent noise that shook the floor.

Then—

The scene inside the bedroom came into view.

Oliver Scott lay on the bed, motionless.

Alma Ferreira sat on a nearby chair, eyes closed, her hands drooping, with blood trickling down her wrist and dripping onto the floor.

And at Alma Ferreira’s feet was a burning brazier.

All three of them felt their hearts tighten immediately.