Chapter: 388

The vibe at Flame Club was off-putting. From the moment Sean walked in, he was displeased and looked forward to leaving as soon as he located Norah.

“Fine," Norah agreed, eager to escape the club's atmosphere.

They made their way out of Flame Club. Once they were outside, Norah cast a chilling glance at Josh, her eyes conveying a stern warning.

Josh was left speechless, cowed by her formidable presence. It wasn't until Sean and Norah had left that Josh allowed himself to exhale deeply, a mix of relief and astonishment washing over him. What kind of woman could command such force with just a look? Despite her delicate appearance, she possessed a fierceness unmatched by others.

“Back to work, everyone. Do your jobs!" Josh snapped, venting his frustration on those around him.

"If you don't hit your targets, consider yourselves fired from the Flame Club," Josh warned, turning to the two men who had momentarily caught Norah's attention.

As the room was about to return to its usual hustle, the door burst open, revealing two figures clad in black robes.

The sight of the unmarked attire sent a shiver through the room.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?" Josh demanded, his patience worn thin by the evening's events. Raising his voice at the newcomers, he commanded, “Security, get them out of here!"

He couldn't fathom his misfortune tonight. First, he faced off against Norah with a gun, and now possibly these two individuals might be similarly armed.

"You've crossed a line with the wrong person," one of the figures stated ominously.

In an instant, Josh found himself stripped of his clothing, his attire flung onto the dance floor amidst the crowd.

The dancers, spurred by the sudden spectacle, converged on him eagerly.

Josh, in a panic, shielded his face, yelling, “Back off, all of you!

Dare to lay a hand on me, and you'll regret it! Stay away from me!"

His protestations did little to deter the crowd. Thrust naked into the midst of the dance floor, the initial hesitation from the crowd, recognizing him, quickly evaporated as they saw others approach him without fear, emboldening them to join in the mockery.

What ensued was a frenzied chaos, transforming the dance area into a den of uninhibited revelry. Amidst the coupling of men and women, Josh's protests rang out, drowning in the tumult of the crowd's indulgence.

Sean carried Norah back to the hotel and, after gently placing her on the bed, he began to loosen his tie, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and concern. "Norah, we need to talk."

Sean was bewildered. After hearing his confession, Norah had ventured into a bar for other men's company. Was there no regard for his feelings, or was it something else?

Norah, sensing the gravity of his tone, couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse. True, seeking out company in a bar wasn't her finest moment, even if it had been innocuous.

"I mentioned I had an errand and would return shortly. But why were you at the bar searching for me?" she countered.

With every word, Norah's stance grew more defiant, almost as if she was daring Sean to challenge her, placing him in a delicate position.

Yet, harsh words were not something Sean could bring himself to use against Norah.

“Norah, can you just tell me what's going on in your head?" Sean's voice softened significantly. "You know how I feel about you. It hurts to see you with others."