Chapter: 1252

"Hello, Mr. Wilson. This is Marlene. Could we possibly meet? I have something important to discuss with you."

Shortly after, a black luxury car pulled up in front of her and whisked her away.

At Wilson Manor, Marlene adjusted her sitting posture, nervously smoothing her skirt in an attempt to appear more relaxed.

Across from her sat Hank, the renowned CEO in Glophia. Backed by the influential Wilson family, his business was thriving.

Previously, Marlene had accompanied her roommate to the Glamour Club and nearly ended up in a compromising situation with one of Hank's acquaintances. It was Hank who intervened and rescued her.

Hank regarded Marlene as though she was an old friend, offering a reserved nod before dismissing her with a wave.

Marlene perceived that Hank might harbor special feelings towards a woman who bore a resemblance to her- just like Sean seemed to.

Her hands nervously twisted in her lap. "Mr. Wilson, are you familiar with Norah Wilson?"

Hank's previously casual demeanor shifted to one of seriousness. "I am. Why do you ask?"

Norah was deceased. Hank would have completely forgotten about Norah if he had not seen Marlene at the Glamour Club.

"People believe she's dead, but she isn't."

"How do you know this?"

"Sean mentioned it."

Hank straightened, knowing the Scott family was not one to spread rumors without cause.

“Why are you telling me this?"

Marlene's voice wavered slightly. "You saved me once, for which I'm deeply grateful. People say I resemble Norah. Was that why you helped me?"

Hank's laughter broke the tense atmosphere, though his smile didn't reach his eyes. “I see. Thank you for sharing this with me. Here's a hundred thousand dollars. Please keep our meeting today a secret from everyone."

Taking the bank card, Marlene felt its sharp edge against her palm, yet she felt no pain from it; instead, she felt her bottled-up frustration somehow dissipate.

"Understood."

Time with her fiancé always seemed to fly by. In the cool of the evening, he gently stroked Nora's hair before saying goodbye.

"Nora, be good. I'll be back in a few days once I've wrapped up my business."

"Alright." Nora grasped his large hand and shook it warmly. “Please come back soon."

“Okay, take care to rest early and avoid staying up late."

Once he had departed with his bodyguards, Nora pivoted and ascended the stairs, powering up the computer in her room.