"Who said I couldn't handle it?" a voice retorted, tinged with mockery. The crowd turned towards the source of the defiant tone, their gaze landing on Norah. Her smile, highlighted by striking red lips and captivating features, radiated confidence. Leaning casually against the car window, her demeanor was effortlessly composed.

Rosalee, seated beside Hans, couldn't help but admit that Norah was undeniably the center of attention. Wherever she went, eyes followed, drawn to her magnetic presence.

Her actions last time were foolish and malicious, leading to Hans having to cover the laundry expenses for Norah's dress.