Chapter: 384

Yet, anyone who had previously crossed paths with Norah and tried to flaunt their power regretted it and avoided her gaze thereafter.

Norah, with a sneer, confronted Josh. "What is it you're after, Mr. Sampson?"

Retreating slightly, she remarked, "I assumed your wealth was substantial, yet your generosity seems lacking. How much for the drink? I'll settle it myself."

Norah considered it disgraceful for Josh to expect her company overnight for the price of a drink "Ten dollars," came the response, not from Josh but the bartender instead.

Without hesitation, Norah retrieved two ten-dollar bills from her pocket and tossed them at Josh's feet. "Here's for the drink, and the extra ten is for your tip. You may not have much money, but your audacity is boundless."

With money lying beside his feet, and a wave of humiliation washed over Josh. In a swift motion, he spun around and delivered a slap to the bartender's face. "Why the rush to say something? If you're so fond of chiming in, maybe you should quit bartending and entertain the crowd instead."

The bartender, clutching his cheek, didn't dare respond, a clear victim of such mistreatment before.

Josh, with a menacing step, pinned the money under his shoe. He turned to Norah with a chilling proposition. "Do you think you can walk away after throwing money at me? It's not going to be that easy.

You're spending the night with me. If not, I'll make sure you regret it here in front of everyone."

The once charming features of his face now twisted into something sinister, a stark contrast under the harsh lighting.

As Josh finished his threat, five imposing figures emerged from the shadows, evidently loyal to him.

"You have one minute to decide," Josh stated coldly.

The group formed a barrier around Norah, isolating her from any potential help. Josh, nursing a sore wrist, settled into a booth with a cold, calculating gaze fixed on Norah.

Despite the pressure, Norah faced him with a composed smile. “Mr. Sampson, are you asking me to make a choice?" She was not one to be cornered into decisions by others.

Josh's arrogance was palpable as he retorted, “After laying a hand on me, you lost the right to choose. Now, it's either my place or you face the consequences here."

The five men inched closer to Norah, ready to enforce Josh's ultimatum.

The crowd, observing from a safe distance, grew increasingly anxious for Norah. Given the notorious reputation of Josh's bodyguards, there was a palpable fear that Norah would face serious harm if caught by them.

Understanding that words were futile, Norah drew a gun from her waistband, a twin to the one Sean had gifted her. She expertly spun it in her grasp. “Are your reflexes quicker, or is my gun?" she challenged.

These words echoed in her mind, striking her with a sense of déja vu as if she had uttered them at another time.

Josh, taken aback by the sight of the gun, could hardly conceal his astonishment. "You're armed?"

It was evident to Josh that the firearm in Norah's grasp was lethal and far from a mere prop. With a bullet, it could easily claim a life.

Norah met his gaze unflinchingly, her expression icy. "Given this, Mr. Sampson, what choice do you suppose I have now?"

Josh's demeanor shifted to one of caution. Despite his influence and the power he wielded, the immediate threat of death unnerved him. His usual bravado, especially around women, faltered at the prospect of facing his end by a woman's hand. Attempting to defuse the situation, he softened his tone and said, "This is all a big misunderstanding.

Surely, we can resolve this peacefully."