Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1081: Chapter 757: The Grand Finale [28] Fátima: How Dare You Bully My Little Junior Sister?

"You, an external hire, think you’re worthy of shaking my hand?"

A casual remark, full of arrogance and dominance.

Not a bit less than Rita.

And——

In terms of aura, even better.

If Rita had a somewhat "pretentious" vibe, then when Nora Scott said it, it was just so natural.

Not a single word was wrong.

She had the means to behave this way.

With her current status, even if she were to call everyone here "trash," no one could refute her.

"..."

Rita’s expression immediately changed.

Then she let out a cold laugh, her voice hoarse with anger, her words sharp and direct: "They say Nora Scott thinks of herself as superior to others. Seeing it today, it’s true to its name."

Nora lazily lifted her eyes and retorted sarcastically, "They say people without skills love to act important. Seeing it today, seems it’s true."

"..."

Originally thinking she had the upper hand verbally, Rita was instantly choked by the response, unable to speak for quite a while.

April Thomason raised an eyebrow, watching with interest.

Pedro Langley remained expressionless, clearly used to such exchanges.

If possible, neither April nor Pedro minded the verbal spat between Nora and Rita going on, hoping that Nora would anger Rita enough to make her spit blood.

However, a middle-aged man stepped in to mediate.

"Miss Scott." The middle-aged professor smiled affably, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and exuding a scholarly air, "My student is solely focused on her studies, not much on conversation, so if anything was said out of line, please don’t take it to heart. Be the bigger person."

"I see. Here’s a piece of advice: if you can’t speak well, stay silent, lest you accidentally get beaten to death." Nora didn’t give a kind face, then spared a glance at the stiff-faced middle-aged professor, adding, "Of course, being able to teach your student to such an extent and still have the gall not to exit the academic circle, you sure have a thick skin."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The world was silent.

All was still.

The air at this moment was suffocating.

"Pfft."

April simply couldn’t hold it in, bursting into laughter.

Jeez, hahahaha, having known that Nora was "eloquent," I didn’t expect her to get harsher each time.

One sentence to offend the whole crowd!

Brilliant!

No wonder she’s the sister I like.

Pedro Langley sighed lightly and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

"You!"

Upon hearing the last sentence, the middle-aged professor’s face turned the color of a pig liver in anger.

Yet, he couldn’t squeeze out a single word to retort against Nora after a long time.

Nora’s words were just too sharp, with no regard for feelings, her speech like a machine gun, and the damage was simply jaw-dropping.

One by one, they were all rendered speechless by Nora’s retorts.

And——

Behind Rita and the professor, there were quite a few others.

"Nora Scott, I advise you to show some respect. After all, we’re supposed to work together next."

"If both parties fall out, it’s bad for all of us."

"Really think you’re important? Is knowing a bit about mechanical techniques that impressive? Flaunting some substandard skills when you’re not properly graduated or have done any research, what’s the arrogance about?"

...

This group, each one of them, was raising themselves high.

Proud as peacocks.

Yet, their faces were ugly and vulgar.

Nora frowned slightly.

Pedro Langley stepped forward two steps, just thinking of standing before Nora to suppress this bunch of reckless people, but——

"Beep——"

A sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the back, piercing and shrill, making everyone’s eardrums quake and shiver inadvertently.

The crowd instinctively turned towards the direction of the curtain.

Only April clicked her tongue, then retreated to the side while digging her ear, leaving the stage for this unfolding drama.

At the door, appeared a woman in camouflage uniform, tall, valiant, with short hair flying, and the two bars and three stars on her shoulder were enough to make people tremble.

She didn’t walk upright, one hand in her pocket, the other playing with a whistle, sauntering in nonchalantly.

Her gaze swept around, she chuckled, "Quite the commotion?"

"..."

For a moment, no one dared to answer her.

This was Fátima’s first time coming to the camp.

However, just her age and the insignia on her shoulders was enough to silence them.

——A kind of real deterrent.

——More effective than any false reputation.

"April!"

After waiting for a moment without hearing a sound, Fátima suddenly shouted.

Each word was pronounced deliberately, her voice like coins clanging on the ground, making a distinct noise.

"Present——"

April reflexively wanted to answer "Present," but halfway through, she realized she no longer needed to follow the rules, so she forcibly swallowed the rest of the syllable.

——She nearly choked.

"What do you want?" April asked with a sidelong glance, then strolled over.

Fátima said, "Explain the situation."

"They wouldn’t let me in to seek shelter. My sister... oh no, Master Scott spoke a few words for me, and they took turns attacking her." April twisted the truth skillfully and then raised an eyebrow as she concluded, "In short, to sum it up, they are bullying her because of their numbers."

Support team: "..."

Damn!

Where does this woman get the gall to distort the truth, not a word from her mouth is true!

They bullied Nora?!

It was obviously them being bullied by Nora!

After listening to April’s words, Fátima laughed, and before the support team could explain, she stepped in, "It seems you all aren’t familiar with our new faces."

"..."

As soon as she spoke, the support team naturally fell silent.

"I’m Fátima, one of the general managers of this project. I won’t say much, anyway, here, from so-called self-righteous professors and scholars to law-abiding patriots, they all report to me." Fátima took a step forward, leisurely introducing herself.

Support team: "..."

Saying "I won’t introduce myself much," but indeed, that statement had more weight than any title.

——In short, she could control them.

Rita stepped up and said, "We’re just the support team, not yours——"

"Does being the support team mean you can ignore the rules?"

Originally smiling, Fátima’s expression turned cold instantly, her eyes devoid of warmth.

"..."

Somehow, being swept by Fátima’s gaze, Rita felt a chill in her heart and fell silent.

"In short, either stay here obediently or get the hell out."

Fátima coldly threw down her words, then stopped beside Nora, glancing at her, the coldness on her brow slightly easing.

She continued, "This is the leader of the technical team, Nora Scott. She manages you."

Saying that, she looked at Pedro Langley, "And this one next to her, the leader of the support group, Pedro Langley. Although he doesn’t manage you, his rank is higher than yours."

Pedro, suddenly having an added title: "..."

Nora squinted at Fátima.

Fátima curled her lips in a slight smile.

Nora shrugged, saying nothing.

Thus, Fátima withdrew her gaze and looked once more at the support team present, "Anyone dissatisfied, step up."

"..."

Not a single voice dared to respond.

Now, everyone was intimidated by her.

Originally, these uniformed people respected them as experts and scholars. But now, suddenly a woman with a high rank appears, exuding a valiant demeanor, every move radiating with intimidation and authority, scaring them who had never seen such a presence.

The harsh words from before couldn’t even form a single letter.

"Alright, seems like you all want to stay." Fátima slightly nodded.

Then——

She put the whistle to her lips, bit down slightly, and blew a sound.

"Beep——Beep——Beep——"

The sudden sound of the whistle startled everyone present once again.

Out of nowhere, she managed to surprise them again and again.

However, this time, it wasn’t just her.

Outside the door, two lines of people lifted the curtain and ran in. Each was in uniform, moving with commands, neat and orderly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The support team watched it all dumbfounded.

At this point, Fátima rolled up her sleeves, then propped a foot on a chair, raising her brow she said, almost impatiently, "Get these ’expert professors’ who don’t respect the leader the hell out of here."

!!!

The support team was left gaping.

"Yes!"

The two lines of people responded in unison.

Immediately, they walked towards the group of "expert professors."

These scholars, powerless to resist, had no room for resistance before them.

"What right do you have!"

"This is personal revenge under the guise of public duty!"

"This is too much! We’re not leaving! Just not leaving!"

...

Finally, being shocked again and again, the support team members recovered from the "shock" and began shouting and retaliating like children.