Chapter: 71

Derek bristled at her tone, saying, “Norah, mind how you speak."

“Did I say something wrong? Your beloved Madeline storms in here, making groundless accusations. And you? Why don't you explain things to her earlier? I'm no pushover. I've no interest in indulging your games." Norah cast a disdainful look at Madeline, who was still weeping in Derek's embrace.

“Anyway, Mr. Carter, I've made my stance clear to you. Ponder over it. And do keep Madeline in check. I won't tolerate any slander about me in Glophia. Cross that line, and I won't hold back."

With that, Norah turned to those onlookers in the cafe and said, “Anyone who has recorded this, I expect those videos deleted. Should any footage surface online, my attorney will be in touch."

As Norah walked away, Derek clutched Madeline closer, his face a mask of fury, watching Norah leave.

Norah left the Oceanic Treat Cafe. Her face was a mask of cool detachment. She had hoped for any updates on her ongoing divorce in her meeting with Derek today, but instead, she was left dealing with his and Madeline's bullshits, which was nothing short of a bummer.

The relentless sun scorched the earth, sending waves of heat shimmering through the air.

As Norah was about to step into her vehicle, she spotted a sleek, black luxury car parked along the roadside. The driver, dressed in black, caught sight of Norah and respectfully called out, "Miss Wilson."

With her expression unchanged, Norah approached and swung the car door open.

Settling into the back seat, she asked coldly, “How's the investigation going?"

The driver carefully shut the door, reporting, "Miss Wilson, after learning about your situation, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson headed for Flatridge Mountain. They took the Mercedes from the garage, leaving under the cover of night."

"Is there more?"

The driver, visibly anxious, added, "Details are secretive, and the information of the car involved in the incident remains unknown. That's all the information available at the moment."

Norah's gaze fell, her fingers idly tapping. “What about my uncle's family?"

"They're at home, with no significant movements to report."

Norah issued her orders firmly, “Have Gilda and Chayce monitor my uncle's family closely and press on with the incident investigation. Any word on Sacredice?"

The driver hesitated, saying, "We've yet to establish contact with Sacredice."

Sacredice was an enigmatic international intelligence agency known for trading information for money.

“Initiate contact with them. Sooner or later, they'll reply." A flicker of determination crossed Norah's eyes. "Whatever Sacredice demands, if it's within the Wilson family's means, comply."

The driver acknowledged, “Understood, Miss Wilson. When do you plan to return to the Wilson family's residence? Your uncle's family is eyeing a stake in the conglomerate."

Norah sneered, “Let them try. I'm ready to confront them. Please keep me updated."

After that, she opened the door and stepped out to drive her own car.

She drove aimlessly, lost in thought.

The Wilson family she referred to was not the well-known one in Glophia but a secretive family, lesser-known yet wealthier than the prominent families, though still beneath the Scott family in terms of wealth.