Chapter: 386

Sean's visit was partly to oversee Sacredice's operations with the bonus of participating in a car race.

"Phillip, how do you think this suit will look for my date with Norah tomorrow?" Sean inquired, holding up a silver-grey suit that boasted a precise cut and elegant design, epitomizing sophistication.

Phillip hesitated, his words taking a few detours in his mind before finally making their way out. “It suits you well. But, Mr. Scott, it seems Miss Wilson has gone to Flame Club to seek the company of men."

The moment these words left his mouth, the sound of clothes hitting the floor punctuated the silence. Phillip looked up to find Sean visibly shocked, a mix of disbelief and sorrow in his eyes.

Phillip continued to report, "The folks from Sacredice mentioned Miss Wilson faced some challenges there, but she managed to overcome them.

She was armed with a gun, the same type you carry."

Sean seemed to only grasp fragments of Phillip's explanation, fixating on the revelation that Norah had ventured out to find companionship in men, disregarding him entirely. He felt utterly ridiculous.

"Drive me to Flame Club, now!" Seizing the car keys, Sean stormed out of the room with such urgency that Phillip struggled to follow.

Josh brought three men into a chamber at the Flame Club.

The three men all looked foreign, but they all had one thing in common. They were dashing.

Josh, bruised from being hit severally, lowered his eyes and said, "Miss, these are the most handsome men in Flame Club."

Every time Josh had misspoken, he had been punched. Not by Norah, but by his bodyguards under Norah's instructions. The punches were so solid that he could feel his teeth loosen.

Norah's scrutinizing gaze washed over the three men.

“You, come closer," she said, pointing at one of the men.

The man Norah pointed at seemed young, his face still holding a touch of baby fat. Obediently, he approached Norah and sat beside her.

His mannerisms resembled that of a well-trained dog. "My lady," he said, staring at Norah with wide blue eyes.

Norah, however, seemed dissatisfied. This man reminded her of Madeline, who always looked at Derek the same way.

“Move away. You, come here," she said, pointing at another man.

“What can I do for you, my lady?"

This one looked more handsome than Josh. He had curly hair, smiling eyes, a high nose bridge, a strong jawline, and thin lips. He Looked harmless, Like a sheep.

Norah patted the spot the previous man had vacated and said, “Come here." How could she confirm her theory if the man wasn't close enough?

The man obediently stepped forward. His scent enveloped Norah as he got closer.

Norah frowned. His scent was quite overpowering and rather discomforting. However, she endured it and leaned in slightly. “How old are you?"

"23 years old."