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    Ynde was curious about the situation, but she didn’t particrly like Dolores. In fact, she would have been quite satisfied if Norah had actually pped Dolores. How could she simply stand by while Marlin tried to expel her friend?


    “Mr. Boyd, are you certain I pped her?” Norah finally spoke, her voice cutting through the tension and drawing the attention of everyone in the room.


    With her presence, Norahmanded the room. Her natural beauty was undeniable, and it was clear that she outshone Dolores effortlessly. Her charm was captivating, both alluring and graceful, capturing the attention of all who looked her way. It was no wonder that, inparison, Dolores seemed less striking.


    “Who else could it have been but you? The surveince footage confirms there were only two of you in the restroom!” Marlin asserted. However, his words did not rattle Norah. She took a step closer and whispered something to Sean.


    Sean appeared momentarily taken aback, then nodded slightly, shaking his head in understanding.


    The crowd murmured with curiosity, wondering what Norah might have said. Ynde, who was standing nearby, caught her words. Norah had said, “If I offend the Boyds, will you be afraid? Since you’re not afraid, then just wait and see.”


    Ynde felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as she watched Norah take a few more steps forward. What was Norah nning? The click of Norah’s high heels echoed across the noisy hall, capturing the attention of everyone present. She positioned herself in front of Marlin and Dolores.


    Dolores, still teary-eyed, met Norah’s determined gaze. Fear shed across her face, and she quickly recoiled.


    “Miss Shaw, may I speak with you?” Norah addressed her firmly.


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    With her boyfriend by her side, Dolores wiped away her tears, straightened up, and confronted Norah.


    Towering over Dolores, Norah looked down on her with amanding gaze.


    sping Marlin’s hand tightly, Dolores soughtfort in his reassuring eyes before asking, “What are you trying to say?”


    In response, Norah grasped Dolores’s chin roughly, forcing her to meet her gaze. Under the bright lights, the red imprint stood out starkly on Dolores’s face.


    Humiliated, Dolores turned her head away and said, “Just speak your mind. Why are you doing this?”


    “Miss Shaw, you may not understand how your p differs from others’,” Norah remarked coldly, her voiceced with disdain. “Clearly, you didn’t consider that when you pped yourself in the restroom.”


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