Chapter: 572

"You left the Rosy Secret and turned against us! Why do you think I can't call you a bitch? Who do you think you are?" Coyle was unfazed by Norah's previous attack, thinking that was all she could manage.

After all, she looked delicate and pretty. With aggression in his voice, he threatened, "You dared to lay hands on me! Even though you're Starbeam, I will make sure you pay for it! Just you wait!"

Coyle remained unrepentant and even dared to insult Norah further.

At Norah being insulted, everyone, except those tied to Rosy Secret, was furious.

Bryson's stare turned sharp as he said, "How dare you insult my friend! You're courting death."

The Andrews crew was right up there, listed among the top four powerful families in Glophia. Bryson frequently appeared in various magazines and local news outlets, making him well-recognized.

Only when Bryson talked did Emerson and Coyle shift their attention and spot Bryson's presence at the doorway.

Emerson's face lit up as he approached Bryson. "Mr. Andrews? What a pleasant surprise to see you here."

Emerson's demeanor shifted dramatically, his words full of flattery.

"Coyle is always cracking jokes, but he doesn't mean everything he says. Besides, Starbeam used to write songs for our band. How could Coyle possibly want to hurt her?" Emerson glanced at Coyle and winked.

Despite the pain in his hand, Coyle understood they couldn't risk upsetting the Andrews family. With Bryson on Norah's side, they couldn't do anything to hurt her.

"Starbeam, my bad. Anger got the best of me, and I blurted out stuff I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. And you did just break my fingers, so let's call it even and move on." Under Emerson's influence, Coyle turned into quite the smooth talker, offering Norah a fake smile.

With his carefully chosen words, his apology felt real, like he truly knew he messed up and sincerely wanted forgiveness.

Joanna scoffed, saying, "You just threatened Norah and the members of the Dream! We all see through that folks from Rosy Secret act like thugs, assuming you can run the show at the Glamour Club!"

"Thugs? Where are them?" Another man's voice came.

Then walked in Spencer and Kaiden, their outfits making them appear refined.

Spencer turned to Norah and said respectfully, "Norah, glad to see you again! What's the chat about? I overheard something about members of the Rosy Secret do whatever they want in the Glamour Club. Sounds absurd, doesn't it?"

With Spencer's arrival, Emerson lost his earlier arrogance, knowing all too well that Spencer was in charge of the Glamour Club.

"Mr. Morris, good evening! Oh, we're just joking. We're simply a band that performs here." Emerson couldn't wrap his head around the sudden presence of so many big shots in the backstage of the Glamour Club.

Bryson from the Andrews family and Spencer from the Morris family were here. If he didn't handle this well, Rosy Secret might struggle to perform here again.

Then, turning to Bryson, Emerson bowed respectfully and said, “Mr. Andrews, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Please allow me to clarify."

Although Emerson didn't recognize Joanna in the wheelchair, he knew better than offending anyone near Bryson.

"We're about to perform, Mr. Morris. If you enjoy it, please keep supporting us," Emerson added, directing a seemingly earnest look at Spencer.

Emerson chose his words carefully, managing to smooth things over by talking humbly to Bryson and Spencer. He tactfully avoided bringing up the backstage confrontation with the members of the Dream or the unkind remarks against Norah.