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    Inside, Ynde started to describe the venue. “This is Cloud Club, a high-end, private venue. Entrance requires a VIP card. You haven’t been here before, have you? Let’s order some food. I promise you’re going to enjoy the food and drinks tonight.”


    A Full-blown Dolores Bashing Session


    Ynde might seem unreliable, but she always delivered results, so Norah didn’t say no.


    Ynde ushered Norah into a private dining room, pulling out a chair with a flourish. “Eat up first, Norah. I’ll go fetch my friends. Room 104 after dinner, alright? Take your time.”


    Norah blinked. It was room 104 again.


    A kaleidoscope of emotions washed over Norah as she entered the familiar private room. There, amidst the other women, sat Ynde’s two followers from the charity event.


    Their surprise mirrored Norah’s. A worried wrinkle formed between their brows. They wondered if Ynde would ditch them for this neer.


    Ynde, ever the social director, swept in and made introductions. “Everyone, meet Norah. Consider her a friend, and treat her with respect!”


    Ynde’s pronouncement elevated Norah’s status in the room. The six women, wary of crossing the powerful Boyd family, offered curt nods. They knew the drill—when Ynde yed, they followed suit.


    Ynde settled Norah beside her, a hint of pride in her voice. “This private room belongs to Marlin. He practically gives me his card whenever I want to drink here.”


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    Ynde sounded proud. Her family wouldn’t prohibit her from drinking as long as she could ensure her safety. She always drank with women, so her family eventually stopped worrying about her.


    “Heard through the butler that Marlin was blottost night,” Ynde remarked, her voice dripping with disdain. “Didn’t stumble back in until near midnight. That damned Dolores must’ve been feeding him drinks!”


    Ynde’s friends echoed her sentiment, their voicesced with disdain. “Exactly! I knew she was trouble from the moment Iid eyes on her. Always pretending to be delicate and pure.” Ynde punctuated their agreement by pouring two sses of wine, one for herself and one for Norah. She swirled the crimson liquid thoughtfully before taking a slow sip.


    “Do you know what I discovered? Dolores’ parents and grandparents are farmers from some backwater vige. They toiled tirelessly to get her out of there. I doubt they ever imagined their daughter would be caught fooling around with a colleague at school, a scandal that spread like wildfire. Despite umting hundreds of thousands of dors from her wealthy boyfriend, she didn’t spare a cent for her own family. She observed their struggles from her elevated position. It’s unbelievable. Her family sacrificed so much, yet she didn’t think to give back once she struck it rich. Dolores is utterly devoid of gratitude.”


    Ynde’s fury was a rare sight. Dolores’ actions had clearly crossed a line. In her view, Dolores’ck of familial loyalty and greed for money were unforgivable.


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