Chapter: 12
The four hefty men who served Jordy quickly closed in around Norah, their imposing figures highlighting Norah's frailty and vulnerability.
Some had already turned away, unwilling to witness what was about to happen.
Derek, unable to remain seated and indifferent, stood up, shaking off Madeline's grasp. "The divorce procedure isn't done yet. Norah is still legally my spouse. I cannot just watch her be humiliated this way!"
The memory of Norah's tearful face from earlier this day flashed in Derek's mind, reinforcing her vulnerability in his eyes. He thought she was too vulnerable, and he needed to rescue her.
Kathy and Madeline, each trying to deter him, insisted, "Norah brought this upon herself! Derek, think this through."
"Dare to repeat your threats?" A confident and clear voice rang out as Joanna walked over, decisively thumping a tray on Jordy's head.
“How dare you lay a finger on my friend! Jordy, are you smoking? Even your damned brother needs to show me some respect. Who do you think you are?"
Jordy's shock was palpable as Joanna moved to stand by Norah, her gesture speaking volumes of their close bond. Finally, Jordy sensed his predicament.
Kathy watched from a distance. When she spotted the woman beside Norah, her expression turned to shock. "Isn't that the daughter of the Andrews family, one of the top families in Glophia? Are Norah and she acquainted? Since when are they friends?”
Derek remained silent, puzzled by Norah's unexpected connection with the Andrews family, a detail he had been unaware of throughout their marriage.
Jordy's arrogance dissolved into fear at Joanna's intervention. His bold facade crumbled as he faced Joanna, pleading, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea she was your friend. Please show some mercy and forgive me! Please. I am begging you."
Jordy bowed his head, fully understanding the weight of his earlier words. Had Joanna not appeared, he might have treated Norah terribly.
Jordy bowed down himself but also instructed his men to do likewise, filling the club with a chorus of apologies.
Noticing the business card on the floor, the realization of his grave error deepened as he read “Bryson Andrews" on it.
Jordy's apologies grew even more earnest.
Just as Joanna was about to continue, Norah gently stopped her, looking at Jordy with disdain and said, "Just get out of my face."
Norah thought that someone so unimportant wasn't worth her time.
Joanna moved to kick Jordy, echoing Norah's sentiment, "Didn't you hear her? Get lost! Now!"
“Alright, alright, I'm going," Jordy mumbled, nodding and repeatedly bowing as he got to his feet. But then, his eyes fluttered shut, and he collapsed, unconscious. His men hastily scooped him up and exited the Glamour Club.
Joanna scowled, saying, “Jordy's nothing but a lecher. The nerve of him harassing you! I was this close to laying him out for good."
Norah grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the alcohol off her hands.
"He's just a nobody. A warning will do."
Norah then picked up the soiled business card, glanced at it briefly, and tossed it into a bin. “I thought Bryson might need to step in, but it looks like that won't be necessary."
“Had Jordy seen that card earlier, he would've been at your mercy."