Chapter: 127

As Norah departed from Kason's residence, the evening had settled in, marking the close of the day.

The city's streetlights began to sparkle, transforming Glophia into a mesmerizing spectacle of vibrant lights.

Norah made her way to the Glamour Club but first detoured to the Splendor Building to meet Aaron to get a new outfit.

Upon her departure, Aaron half-jokingly implored, "Noelle, don't forget to send me more of your design drafts."

It had been a while since Norah last visited Glamour Club due to her demanding schedule.

Reflecting on the band members’ previous actions, Norah felt anger and a sense of betrayal. Having achieved fame and recognition, Rosy Secret kicked her, the songwriter, from the band. Their actions were the epitome of ingratitude.

Yet, Norah was confident that if she could lift Rosy Secret to stardom, she could do the same for another group.

Glamour Club stood as a prominent entertainment hotspot in Glophia, bustling with activity under the glow of neon lights each night, where patrons indulged freely.

"Fuck off!" The security guard at Glamour Club's entrance dismissed a man and said arrogantly, “Rosy Secret is headlining tonight. Your unknown band should hit the road!"

The man, clutching a guitar, appeared roughed up, his attire disheveled and hair unkempt, resembling a nest. He found himself shoved to the ground by the security guard, his guitar crashing down with a resounding twang.

He hurriedly checked his guitar for damage, enduring the guard's scolding and beating without uttering a single protest, merely clutching his instrument protectively.

“To earn a spot at Glamour Club, you'll need to make a name for yourself first," the security guard mocked, his gaze dripping with disdain.

Glamour Club was a club for the créme de la créme of the society located in Glophia. It was equipped with top-notch facilities, and the bands invited were all well-known bands.

The security guard at Glamour Club had been working there for many years and had seen many small bands try to perform at the club.

However, the owner of the club had refused to invite small bands to perform.

Over the years, many had tried their Luck. Today, a man had sneaked on stage to sing but had been forcibly pulled down.

"You are allowed to come to the Glamour Club to spend money and enjoy yourself, but if you are caught trying to go on stage without permission again, I won't go easy on you!" the security guard warned.

Zeke Cohen lay on the floor, where he had fallen, in pain. When he fell, he used his wrist to break his fall, and now it throbbed in pain. He tried to push himself up with his other hand, but between holding his guitar and being unable to use his right hand, he sank back to the floor after a few tries.

"Need a hand?" a voice asked as a delicate hand reached out to him.

The voice could be clearly heard amidst the noise that carried through the Glamour Club. Zeke looked up and saw a stunning woman standing over him. She was incredibly beautiful, and her features were quite exquisite. The look on her face conveyed kindness to him.

Carefully wiping his hands on his clothes so as not to dirty her delicate hands, Zeke reached out and carefully took the woman's hand.

As soon as he gripped her hand, he felt excruciating pain in his wrist, causing him to gasp in pain.

Norah squeezed his wrist and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Zeke nodded. "I accidentally twisted it. Could you help me? I need to go to the clinic outside the community."