Chapter: 1015

Cloud Club? She decided to go there again today.

"Awesome!" Yolande cheered, pulling out her phone. “Let me have your number. I'll text you about future events. Let's go to Cloud Club for some dinner and drinks."

She held the car door open for Norah, explaining what the night had in store. She had another important reason for seeking out Norah, which would soon become apparent.

As Norah exited the car and walked into Cloud Club with Yolande, she noticed the security guards becoming visibly alert.

“The troublemaker returns," one security guard murmured to himself.

"Switching to first level combat mode, the other guard considered quietly.

Norah puzzled over their anxiety. What were they so worried about?

Inside, Yolande 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."

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

Yolande 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 Yolande's two followers from the charity event.

Their surprise mirrored Norah's. A worried wrinkle formed between their brows. They wondered if Yolande would ditch them for this newcomer.

Yolande, ever the social director, swept in and made introductions.

“Everyone, meet Norah. Consider her a friend, and treat her with respect!"

Yolande'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 Yolande played, they followed suit.

Yolande 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."

Yolande 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 blotto last night," Yolande remarked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Didn't stumble back in until near midnight. That damned Dolores must've been feeding him drinks!"