Chapter: 385

Josh attempted a smile, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, but the sight of the gun's barrel trained on him filled him with dread.

The cold, dark muzzle pointed at him sent a shiver of fear through him and his bodyguards. Josh's bodyguards were all unarmed and stood no chance against Norah's armed stance.

“Who are you? And why do you have a gun here in Otland?" Josh was bewildered. In his circle, a gun license was a symbol of ultimate authority, yet here was Norah, a seemingly fragile figure, brandishing a weapon with ease. He wondered whether she held more sway in Otland than he had imagined.

With that thought, Josh's legs shook even more violently, and his arms reached higher into the air.

"Miss, please disregard everything I said before. It was all nonsense, entirely my fault," Josh pled.

As Norah remained quiet, Josh's anxiety grew, his voice quivering and nearly breaking into tears by the end.

A sharp look crossed Norah's eyes. “Are you connected to the Flame Club?"

Josh's previous arrogance within the Flame Club's walls suggested he held considerable influence here.

"My family has shares in Flame Club. Miss, what more do you wish to know? I promise to be completely transparent," Josh hastily replied.

The fear of a gun aimed at one's head could unsettle anyone, particularly when facing the very individual one had earlier confronted with arrogance.

Josh gulped nervously. "Let's discuss this calmly, shall we? Could you please lower the gun?"

“Follow me." Norah moved swiftly, sending Josh tumbling to the floor with a swift kick, forcing him to lie prone as she casually proceeded to a booth and seated herself. "Over here. Quickly!"

Josh's five bodyguards stood frozen, too scared to make any move.

"Are there any good-looking guys in this bar? Someone better looking than you?" Norah casually twirled the small handgun, speaking in a detached manner.

Josh lifted his gaze, his ego initially in full swing. "Impossible.

I'm the top looker in Flame Club. No one surpasses me in terms of looks. Well, that's not to say there aren't any contenders, but there are a few."

But under Norah's menacing glare, Josh's confidence dwindled, his voice trailing off as he begrudgingly admitted to some truths.

Flame Club, known as Otland's premier nightlife spot, wasn't just a venue for dancing and drinks. It dabbled in the murky waters of under-the-table dealings, a fact Norah was evidently privy to and had come to exploit. This was common knowledge among the bar's regulars.

Meanwhile, at the hotel.

Phillip was taken aback by a message from the Sacredice network. He'd assumed Norah had left on a mere errand, only to discover she was off to a bar, presumably in search of a male companion.

What truly astounded him was the revelation that Norah was armed. She was not just carrying it around, but she was actually proficient with a firearm.

Phillip wondered whether Sean had any inkling of all this.

Upon entering Sean's place, Phillip found Sean exuding happiness in front of a full-length mirror, deliberating over his attire for a forthcoming date.

Despite the exhausting nights in Esterford, buried in work, and a high fever that had confined him to bed yet hadn't deterred him from his duties, Sean's spirits were undiminished.