Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1007 - 690: Alexander Vaughn [End] The Eighth Blueprint Vanishes from the World

The spring wind was biting, and the river water was icy cold.

Alexander Vaughn was so cold his whole body was stiff. After climbing ashore, someone quickly approached and handed him the prepared clothes.

He glanced at the person, took the clothes, and bent down to get into the car.

Before long.

After changing into dry clothes, Alexander Vaughn’s body temperature gradually warmed up.

"Vaughn, here’s the Mechanical Box that was robbed, and the eighth diagram is inside it," the young man in the passenger seat said nervously, handing over a wooden box.

Alexander Vaughn took it.

He examined the Mechanical Box twice, keeping his face cold and expressionless, shook it, and nothing inside made a sound.

However, after tapping it, it sounded solid.

Since it was placed in the Mechanical Box, it also indirectly proved—

This diagram is real, and indeed there is no backup.

Such diagrams are difficult to scan and copy one-to-one, and any minor differences in detail can result in vastly different outcomes, so obtaining the original diagram is crucial.

Moreover, he had planted a spy beside Pedro Langley, and Pedro probably had some idea, so he dared not make a backup of the diagram.

—Pedro Langley hadn’t even told Nora Scott.

"Heh."

Alexander Vaughn coldly curled his lips.

He had no way with the diagrams of Mechanism City, but a mere Mechanical Box couldn’t stop him.

Fingers stroking the textures of the Mechanical Box, Alexander Vaughn gently furrowed his brows, then constructed the mechanism’s position in his mind.

Before long—

Alexander Vaughn’s fingers began to move.

When he pried open the first small wooden piece, piece by piece, the wooden blocks could be moved, like a puzzle. He scrambled the patterns and then recombined them, the infinite number of combinations, but to him, there was only one correct way to combine them.

Finally, with a "click."

The top layer of the wooden box spread open on both sides.

At the same time, Alexander Vaughn’s pupils suddenly shrank, and almost instinctively, he grabbed the Mechanical Box and threw it outside.

The Mechanical Box flew towards the car window, grazing the edge of the window—

"Boom——"

Deafening noise exploded in his ears, and Alexander Vaughn almost reflexively dove to the other side.

*

Nora Scott was waiting for Pedro Langley at the highway entrance.

About two or three minutes later, Pedro Langley arrived, not keeping Nora Scott waiting long.

At the dimly lit entrance, Pedro Langley got out of the sedan, glanced in this direction, and walked over, with the wind rustling the plants and causing shadows to sway. In this dark night, his solitary figure was strangely conspicuous.

Nora Scott’s gaze followed him all the way.

He opened the car door and got in. Nora Scott immediately examined him, "Where are you hurt?"

He appeared intact, but after the struggle with the thug, there were some injuries on him. His forehead had a scratch, and his hand had abrasions; the visible ones were superficial wounds, but who knows about the internal ones.

"Not really hurt," Pedro Langley chuckled lightly, raised a hand, and pinched her cheek, "If it was serious, I’d already be at the hospital."

"Oh."

Nora Scott let out a sigh of relief.

She looked up at Butler Loxley in the driver’s seat, and Pedro Langley ordered, "Let’s go back."

"Yes."

Butler Loxley had just responded when he heard Nora Scott say, "We still need to wait for the news."

"No need to wait," Pedro Langley said, "Alexander Vaughn’s signal has disappeared."

"He found out?" Nora Scott frowned, "Or did he block it?"

Pedro Langley replied leisurely, "It shouldn’t have been discovered. I installed a small system in the Mechanical Box, and if it’s opened without promptly inputting my fingerprint, the self-destruct program would activate."

"..."

Nora Scott stared at him speechlessly.

The way she gazed made Pedro Langley’s scalp tingle.

Just as he was about to ask, Nora Scott suddenly reached out, grabbed his collar, "You mean, the diagram is destroyed?"

"Yes."

"What about the backup?"

"No backup," Pedro Langley answered truthfully.

"..."

"..."

They stared wide-eyed at each other.

Nora Scott’s gaze darkened bit by bit.

"No way," Pedro Langley held her hand, "A diagram is more important than a husband?"

"A husband can be replaced, but the diagram—can you bring Easton back to life?" Nora Scott’s voice was menacingly sinister.

"..."

The logic was indeed irrefutable, and Pedro Langley had to concede.

After a while, Nora Scott furrowed her brows, "Is there really no backup?"

"No time," Pedro Langley explained, "I had Alexander Vaughn’s spy around me, and once the diagram was backed up, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t be discovered. The best cover-up was not to tell anyone, making the eighth diagram nonexistent. After confessing to you, I planned to make a backup, but it came earlier than expected, leaving no time."

Nora Scott narrowed her eyes, somewhat doubtful of Pedro Langley’s meticulous thoughts, "Didn’t you have a second, third, or fourth plan?"

"..."

Pedro Langley was lost for words.

Nora Scott was still suspicious, wanting to press Pedro Langley further when a phone call suddenly came in.

She glared at Pedro Langley but still chose to answer the call.

"What’s the matter?" her tone was full of anger.

The person on the other end was momentarily stunned.

A few seconds later, they cautiously spoke, "Hall Master, we found the last known location of the signal, discovered a car, and the door and seat were damaged and destroyed by an explosion. There’s blood, but no one was seen."

"..."

Damn, did that bastard Alexander Vaughn escape?

Nora Scott gritted her teeth, "Search for me."

"Yes!"

The team members on the other end quickly responded.

Nora Scott ended the call.

Hearing Nora Scott’s tone and words, Pedro Langley on the side guessed the situation and furrowed his brows, "Escaped?"

"I don’t know."

Nora Scott replied angrily.

"Don’t be mad," Pedro Langley worried about the little life in her belly, fearing it might be born a little bomb. He held her hand and quickly comforted, "The eighth diagram is indeed no more, but I kind of have a half-plan."

"Half-plan?" Nora Scott looked at him in surprise.

After pondering for two seconds, Pedro Langley said, "When you finish handling the seven diagrams, there should be answers soon."

Nora Scott frowned, "What riddles are you playing?"

Whenever things didn’t go her way, she would get agitated again.

Pedro Langley chuckled, handed her a bottle of water, and then whispered two words—

"Michael Quinn."