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    He knew his sister had always looked down on the mour Club, so he never brought up its management in front of her. He understood that his sister would eventually take over the entertainment side of their family business. That was how things worked in their family—those who were capable would take the lead.


    The difference between him and his sister had been clear for a while. He chose to run the mour Club instead of joining the family business directly. He believed she wouldn’t treat him unfairly if she were sessful.


    However, hearing someone defend him like this warmed his heart. Despite hisid-back demeanor, often seen socializing with Kaiden and relishing life, he aspired to run a sessful business and bring pride to his family.


    Norah had a good impression of Spencer and defended him. “Miss Morris, it’s unfair to discount his hard work because of bias. The mour Club is outstanding, but idents can happen that are beyond Spencer’s control.”


    Amabel responded with a gentle smile. “I was only sharing my general view on clubs or bars, not criticizing Spencer directly. And Susanna isn’t suited for such environments. She’s not well; she can’t handle the noise or the alcohol. Weren’t you aware? She never liked going to ces like that. Did you take her there?”


    She narrowed her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of hostility.


    “Sean holds Susanna in the highest regard. If anything were to happen to her, the fallout would be unimaginable.”


    Spencer ced his hand on Amabel’s shoulder. “Amabel, don’t think like that. Norah treats Susanna well, and the mour Club isn’t what you think it is.”


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    The mour Club was a perfect entertainment venue, offering a space for friends toe together, hit the dance floor, enjoy karaoke sessions, y games in private rooms, and even shoot some pool.


    Whenever Amabel saw him, she would ask if the club had shut down yet, almost convinced it would soon fail. But under his management, it was not just surviving; it was thriving, showing no signs of financial trouble. Even with her brother present, Amabel’s voice still carried a trace of sarcasm.


    “Look, I’m just worried about Susanna, and you’re making it sound like I’m using Miss Wilson of being a bad influence. That’s not what I mean.”


    Spencer gave a rueful smile. It was as if Amabel had it written all over her face that Norah was a bad influence on Susanna. He could pick up on the underlying implications in her words. Could Norah not?


    He nced at Norah to gauge her reaction and saw that her expression was serene, showing no particr emotion.


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