Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO
Chapter 34: Prize Giveaway and God Z’s Address Exposed

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Prize Giveaway and God Z’s Address Exposed

As someone with some "Martial World status," Nora didn’t ask Antonio Easton about the operation of the secret mechanism but took some time to study it herself.

When she found the blueprints Antonio Easton needed, Nora let out a slight sigh of relief.

The dignity of the Hall Master of Biel Hall was thus preserved.

As dusk fell, Nora didn’t rush to leave but leaned casually against the cabinet, browsing the blueprints.

Who knows how long they’ve been stored? The edges of the blueprints were yellowing, tinged with an aura of antiquity. There were about ten sheets, some of which were blank.

The drawings on the paper were quite complex, assembling various structures using primitive and ancient methods.

Individually, Nora understood each component, but when piecing them together in her mind, she couldn’t make sense of it.

Somehow, a strange thought sprang into her mind—

What has Easton been researching all these years?

Just as she was puzzling over it, Antonio Easton called again.

"Did you find it?"

"Yes."

Antonio Easton grunted in response and said, "Come over now."

"Now?"

Nora paused and turned her head to look out the window, through which she could see the gloomy twilight outside.

Her hand unconsciously covered her abdomen, and her eyelids drooped slightly as she frowned uncomfortably.

"I have something to tell you."

Easton was always straightforward and hung up after the notification.

Without lingering, Nora rolled up the blueprints, grabbed a few pens, found a set of comics in the next room, and only after confirming with Antonio Easton’s primary doctor that his condition hadn’t worsened did she leave, puzzled.

*

The night was pitch-black, with sparse lights, and the hospital was quieter after dark.

Nora pushed the door open and entered.

The caregiver, who had just fed Antonio Easton, was slightly startled when she heard the door open, nodded to Nora in greeting, and then left the ward voluntarily.

"What is it?"

Nora strode in.

Antonio Easton, lying on the bedhead, turned his head to look at her, answering her question with another question: "Did you bring the stuff?"

"Yes." Nora handed over the blueprints, "What is this?"

"Reading glasses."

Still no answer.

Antonio Easton accepted the blueprints and placed them on the unreturned dining table, spreading them out and smoothing them.

After finding the reading glasses among his belongings, Nora handed them to him, frowning, "What are you planning to research? Let me help you."

His action of putting on the glasses paused, and Antonio Easton slowly glanced at her.

"You?"

Nora: "..."

It was evident that Antonio Easton was already very restrained, but the "skepticism" in his eyes, brows, and tone couldn’t be hidden.

The room fell silent.

After a while, Antonio Easton, wearing the reading glasses and looking at the blueprints, leisurely said, "Just a few drawings, I realized they weren’t finished yet."

"Is there any use for them?"

"Study them for another ten years and understand before asking."

An indifference belonging to a master.

"..."

Nora’s head hurt.

With Antonio Easton here, she indeed had no right to speak. After thinking about it, she decided to endure it.

Standing aside for a moment, seeing that Antonio’s attention was on the blueprints, Nora took out a few pens and placed them on the table, asking, "Did you ask me to come over just for this?"

Just getting into the zone, Antonio Easton coolly tossed out two words—

"Wait."

"..."

Nora had nothing to say, dragged out a chair, and sat down, idly playing with her phone.

Now and then, she pressed her fingers against her lower abdomen, and under the cold white indoor light, there was not a hint of color on her face.

On social media—

Loxley shared glimpses of his family’s daily life with no angles missed, and his photography skills made Nora envious, so she liked it.

A certain famous actor posted intermittently with barbecue pictures every day, making her quite hungry at times, so she liked it too.

Boss Alex, who ran a legitimate company but did odd jobs finding people and things, had just rescued two abducted children, giving the company some publicity. As Hall Master, Nora hesitated but ultimately liked it.

...

Exiting her social media, Nora saw a message from Eleanor Taylor.

[Eleanor Taylor]: Nora, I’ve got something interesting to show you.

[Eleanor Taylor]: [Link]

[Eleanor Taylor]: God Z is doing a draw tonight, and everyone is speculating if he’ll reveal his address.

Her gaze lingered for a few seconds, and with mixed feelings, Nora clicked the link.

It was a post titled [Speculate if God Z’s address will be exposed in this giveaway].

There were quite a few responses.

[Looking forward to it. I’m dying to know who he is.]

[Even knowing where he’s from would be something.]

[Please don’t. I like the mystery of the uncle. Hope netizens don’t act up.]

[I swear to protect the privacy of the sexy stubbled uncle.]

[Blind guess it won’t happen. Does anyone remember three years ago when a tech guru checked his IP? First, it was in the Middle East, then F State, then after a while, it was in northern Europe. Later, the tech guy was relentless and checked sporadically, this time finding it within the country, Fenton City, Xiangel City, Cloud City... It was never fixed. People back then thought he was messing with the IP.]

[What the person above says might not be correct. Did you forget the ’explorer’ tag on God Z’s Baidu page?]

[Isn’t ’explorer’ just fan talk?]

[God Z doesn’t need fan talk. There was an illiterate person doubting him, saying the uninhabited regions mentioned in ’Death Legend’ were too false and unrealistic, relying solely on fanciful imagination. But he slapped them with nine unedited photos. Each picture had his Barlow keychain on the backpack, proving he had been there in person. Although the quality of his photos leaves much to be desired compared to his drawings.]

[Is that true? I’m amazed.]

[Does he really run around the world?]

[A boss is a boss; no wonder you all call him an extra-dimensional being.]

[Watching quietly for now.]

[I timidly ask, can the poster delete the post? What if God Z sees it?]

...

A word to the wise.

Nora had some memory of the IP check from three years ago. Since then, she had asked some tech-savvy friends to help hide her IP.

Nothing similar had happened in the years since, but with this mailing...

She really hadn’t considered it.

Nora squinted her eyes slightly.

Just then—

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

There was a knock at the door outside.

Nora had just raised her head when she heard Antonio Easton’s steady voice—

"Come in."

Creak—

The door opened in response.

When seeing the figure outside the door, Nora’s brow cooled, and she stood up, casting a sharp and cold look over.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice was wrapped in a chill, much like the cold wind howling outside the building.

"Nora..." The middle-aged man softly called her, but her sharp, threatening gaze made him pause, preventing him from entering the room. Instead, he explained to Antonio Easton, "There was traffic on the road, so I’m a bit late."

The coldness in Nora’s expression increased gradually, as if it were stained with frost and snow.

Antonio Easton paused his actions, glanced outside the door, and with a light emotion, said, "You two go talk outside."

Nora responded coldly, "No."

Without arguing with her, Antonio Easton simply and calmly asked, "Am I still your grandfather?"

"..."

Fingers clenched, knuckles whitening, and then released.

Nora strode out of the ward.

The door closed, and the middle-aged man looked eager and expectant, but Nora wouldn’t meet his gaze, stepping past him towards the end of the corridor.

The middle-aged man followed her.

In his career, he was ruthless, and in his family, his word was law, but with Nora, he was careful and anxious.

When they reached the end, her steps halted, and turning around, Nora looked at him, "Speak quickly."

Her tone was still cold, and she seemed quite impatient.

"Nora, I discussed with your grandfather," the man saw her irritation and dared not speak nonsense, pausing slightly before cautiously asking, "I wanted to ask if you’d like to come back to the Scott family with me?"