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    What motivated his intervention?


    Gerry Lee’s response was a cold sneer. “Mr. Larson, Silverdale isn’t your yground. Not every woman here fits the mold you seem to favor.”


    Barney’s face contorted in fury, mirroring the insult Norah had hurled at him moments ago. However, the knowledge of Gerry’s powerful backing forced him to swallow his pride.


    “Indeed, Mr. Lee,” he conceded, his voice dripping with false politeness. “Our apologies. Do you know thisdy?”


    The stark shift in Barney’s demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by his underlings, who remained silent.


    “This woman is a respected guest of the Boyd family,” Gerry dered firmly. “Treat her with the respect she deserves, or face the consequences.”


    Recognition dawned on Norah. The so-called Mr. Lee must be rted to the Boyd family. The Boyd name carried significant weight in Silverdale’s business circles, which exined the sudden fear in the room.


    A sly grin spread across her face. “Mr. Larson,” she started, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, “earlier you promised to twist your head off and offer it for a football game. Kicking isn’t my style, but perhaps Mr. Lee would be happy to oblige?” She yfully patted Gerry’s shoulder. “Don’t forget the supervision, alright?”


    This familiar gesture sent shivers down the spines of Barney and his entourage. A chorus of apologies erupted. “We’re terribly sorry! Please forgive us!”


    “It was all a joke, really! We never intended any harm.”


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    “We sincerely apologize to you.”


    Their groveling attracted a crowd of curious onlookers. Gerry’s smile widened. It was clear why the Boyd family had emphasized courtesy towards Norah.


    “Mr. Larson,” he said, his voiceced with icy finality, “we’ll resume our discussionter. For now, allow me to escort my guest inside.”


    Under Gerry’s cold stare, Barney felt a desperate urge to kneel.


    “Certainly, Mr. Lee. Right this way.”


    Gerry, ignoring the terrified men, whisked Norah inside the Cloud Club.


    Norah’s keen senses picked up on the tense atmosphere, with the security guards bristling, barely concealing their anticipation of a fight. Their apprehension only eased once Gerry and Norah were a safe distance away.


    “Man, I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side,” one security guard muttered. “One wrong move and she’d skewer me like a fly.”


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