?Chapter 187:


    Better Looking Than You


    With that thought, Josh’s legs shook more violently, and his arms reached higher into the air.


    “Miss, please disregard everything I said before. It was all nonsense, entirely my fault,” Josh pleaded.


    As Norah remained silent, Josh’s anxiety grew. His voice quivered, nearly breaking into tears by the end. A sharp look crossed Norah’s eyes. “Are you connected to the me Club?”


    Josh’s previous arrogance within the me Club suggested he held considerable influence there.


    “My family holds shares in the me Club, Miss. What more do you wish to know? I promise to bepletely transparent,” Josh hastily replied.


    The fear of a gun aimed at one’s head could unsettle anyone, particrly when facing the very person one had previously antagonized. Josh gulped nervously. “Let’s discuss this calmly. Shall we? Could you please lower the gun?”


    “Follow me,” Norah said swiftly, sending Josh tumbling to the floor with a swift kick, forcing him to lie prone as she casually walked to a booth and seated herself. “Over quickly!”


    Josh’s five bodyguards stood frozen, too scared to make any move.


    “Are there any good-looking guys in this bar? Someone better looking than you?” Norah casually twirled the small handgun, speaking in a detached manner.


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    Josh lifted his gaze, his ego in full swing. “Impossible. I’m the top looker in the me Club.”


    No one surpasses me in terms of looks. Well, that’s not to say there aren’t any contenders, but there are a few.” However, under Norah’s menacing re, Josh’s confidence dwindled, his voice trailing off as he begrudgingly admitted some truths.


    me Club, known as Ond’s premier nightlife spot, wasn’t just a venue for dancing and drinks. It dabbled in the murky waters of under-the-table dealings, a fact Norah was evidently privy to and hade to exploit. This wasmon knowledge among the bar’s regrs.


    Meanwhile, at the hotel, Phillip was taken aback by a message from the Sacredicework. He had assumed Norah had left on a mere errand, only to discover she was off to a bar, presumably in search of malepanionship. What truly astounded him was the revtion that Norah was armed. She wasn’t just carrying it around; she was actually proficient with a firearm.


    Phillip wondered whether Sean had any inkling of all this.


    Upon entering Sean’s ce, Phillip found Sean exuding happiness in front of a full-length mirror, deliberating over his attire for a forting date. Despite the exhausting nights in Esterford, buried in work, and the illness that had confined him to bed, it hadn’t deterred him from his duties. Sean’s spirits were undiminished.


    Sean’s visit was partly to oversee Sacredice’s operations, with the bonus of participating in a car project.


    “Phillip, how do you think this suit will look for my date with Norah tomorrow?” Sean inquired, holding up a silver-grey suit that boasted a precise cut and elegant design, epitomizing sophistication.


    Phillip hesitated, his words taking a few detours in his mind before finally making their way out. “It suits you well. But, Mr. Scott, it seems Miss Wilson has gone to me Club to seek thepany of men.”


    The moment these words left his mouth, the sound of clothes hitting the floor punctuated the silence. Phillip looked up to find Sean visibly shocked, a mix of disbelief and sorrow in his eyes.


    Phillip continued his report. “The folks from Sacredice mentioned Wilson faced some challenges there, but she managed to ovee them. She was armed with a gun, the same type you carry.”


    Sean seemed to grasp only fragments of Phillip’s exnation, fixating on the revtion that Norah had ventured out to seekpanionship with men, disregarding him entirely. He felt utterly ridiculous.


    “Drive me to me Club, now!” Seizing the car keys, Sean stormed out of the room with such urgency that Phillip struggled to follow.


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