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    Norah had already nned to hire a designated driver, aware that avoiding alcohol at mour Club was unlikely. But running into Kason here was unexpected. Kason mentioned he was here looking for Kaiden, yet it was a known fact among Glophia’s elite that Kaiden and Spencer were regrs at mour Club when they didn’t have sses. Hadn’t Kason dropped by the club before to look for Kaiden, as he imed?


    With a thoughtful look, Norah quickly responded, “I really appreciate it, but I’ll go with arranging a designated driver.”


    Despite Norah’s rejection, Kason didn’t show any signs of difort. “Miss Wilson, are you trying to maintain some distance from me?”


    Norah immediately remembered Sean’s sarcastic remarks and answered, “No, nothing like that.”


    Norah found that both Sean and Kason showed an unexpected interest in her. Perhaps it was due to her role as the doctor for their significant family members. With Kason persisting, Norah ceased her protests.


    “Joanna and I n to stay at mour Club a bit longer. Mr. Hayes, if you’re here for Kaiden, please feel free to look for him. We’ll let you know when we’re about to leave.”


    Norah realized the Scott and Hayes families would continue to afford her certain privileges amid her time delivering medical treatments to their family members. At this thought, she nced up at Kason.


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    Even in such a casual setting, Kason was impably dressed in a sharp ck suit, his hair perfectly styled, showcasing his striking features. His military background was not visible, yet his authoritative presence was undeniable.


    Right then, Norah could sense Kason’s subtle stare fixed on her. She gave a sly smile and asked, “Mr. Hayes, is there something else you’d like to discuss with me in private?” Kason appeared briefly unsettled as he rose to his feet.


    “No, Miss Wilson. Just make sure you don’t slip away unnoticed.”


    After Kason had left, Norah couldn’t help butugh. Kason was certainly a character. Did he think her previous words were some excuse to drive him away? His parting words were peculiar.


    Joanna, barely focusing through her drunkenness, urged Norah, “Come on, drink up! We’re not heading home until we’ve had our fill! I think I can handle three more.”


    Norah gently brushed off Joanna’s hand and said, “That’s enough. You’ve had a giggle,” as she drained her cup.


    “Norah, have a drink… Oh no…” As Joanna seemed on the brink of vomiting, Norah quickly pressed a spot on Joanna’s hand, averting the immediate crisis.


    “Let’s head to the restroom.” Norah supported Joanna, guiding her toward the bathroom with care.


    Joanna’s alcohol tolerance was notably low, yet her enthusiasm for drinking was high. Without Norah’s supervision, she likely would’ve overindulged. Following a relieving session in the restroom, Joanna regained some rity and clung to Norah, eager for more drinks.


    “Okay, you’ve had enough to drink. Time to take a break and then head back,” Norah helped Joanna back to their spot, advising restraint.


    Joanna, now a bit more clear-headed, pouted and said, “Yes, yes, I get it.”


    Joanna appreciated Norah’s concern, though the desire to continue drinking was hard to ignore.


    “Did I really see Mr. Hayes earlier? I didn’t imagine that, did I?” Joanna felt dizzy, her memories a bit fuzzy. “Did hee to invite you for something, Norah?”


    With a light tap on Joanna’s head, Norah reassured her, “You’re not making it up, but the alcohol’s messing with your memory. Mr. Hayes did stop by, but he’s already left.”


    Joanna, touching her forehead, epted the exnation. “Oh, I must’ve been mistaken then.”


    Down on the dance floor, Kathy was having a st with Madeline. Everything was fantastic except for the rule against getting too cozy with guys, which Derek had issued. Madeline’s uninhibited vibe on the dance floor caught Kathy by surprise. Earlier, before Derek’s intervention, Kathy had observed Madeline almost glued to an unfamiliar man.


    Kathy realized Madeline was a good-time girl and wondered when she could have a st like this with Madeline again. She started making ns for it.


    The three of them returned to their table for a breather. Derek’s expression was grave as he said, “Have you had enough fun? If so, let’s head home.”


    Kathy pleaded, “Derek, can we stay a little longer? Rosy Secret’s performance isn’t over yet. I’d love to hear the end before we leave.”


    Madeline, clinging to Derek’s arm, yfully persuaded him, “Derek, a little longer won’t hurt. We’re almost ready to leave anyway.”


    Madeline nudged closer, whispering, “We don’t get out much. Might as well make the most of it.”


    “Fine, one more hour.”


    Joanna was captivated by the band’s performance. “Rosy Secret’s talent is undeniable. It’s clear why they’re a favorite among bars and clubs. Each of their original songs hits the mark.”


    While not an expert, Joanna’s passion for music allowed her to appreciate the band’spelling tunes and meaningful lyrics, leaving her eager for more.


    Norah scoffed. “Oh? Well, yeah.”


    Norah pondered what kind of reaction the band members would have when they spotted herter.


    With a curious nce, Joanna asked, “Norah, are you acquainted with the band members?”


    “Acquainted? Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”


    Joanna, slightly drunk, asked boldly, “Could you introduce me to the guitarist then? I think he’s really good at ying the guitar, and his voice is so pleasant. Can I meet him? Of course, just friends, nothing beyond that.”


    Norah knew Joanna’s sudden interest was sparked by the guitarist’s musical talent, despite her vow to avoid romantic entanglements.


    “Rosy Secret has a strong online following. I haven’t followed them closely, but the guitarist’s singing caught my attention.” Dreamily propping her chin, Joanna fixated on the masked guitarist at the center stage, saying, “Do you think he’s good-looking?”


    “Not particrly.”


    “Best not to get your hopes up,” Norah casually warned, ncing at Joanna’s budding curiosity.


    “Okay, okay. Norah, it seems like your standards for men are quite high, aren’t they?”


    At that, Norah’s mind shed through a few faces. In terms of looks, Sean and Kason were definitely striking, while Derek could be considered handsome by general standards. Sadly, Madeline’s return had tarnished Derek’s once appealing image in her eyes, rendering him utterly detestable.


    “Norah, I’ve had a few drinks tonight, and I’m really keen on getting the guitarist’s details. Could you help me out?” Joanna’s face was flushed as she adorablytched onto Norah’s arm. “You can make it happen, can’t you?”


    Norah offered a smile, though her eyes were cold. “Of course.”


    Her agreement wasn’t just to fulfill Joanna’s wish. Norah had her own reasons for wanting to connect with the band.


    Under Norah’s watchful eye, Joanna stuck to drinks with lower alcohol content, counting down the moments one by one.


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