Chapter: 817

Preferring not to elaborate, Sean focused his attention on Norah rather than continue the conversation with Amabel.

Spencer brought up a recent concern, "The police might need to interview you guys about the incident at Glamour Club.”

The event had been quite intense, and Spencer was still shaken, concerned especially for the involved ladies, including Susanna, whom he considered delicate and a bit pampered. Yet seeing them now, he found Susanna and Norah seemed completely unaffected.

Reflecting on the chaos at Glamour Club, Spencer felt overwhelmed. He was anxious about when it might reopen, viewing the whole situation as a disaster.

Besides, his sister had dragged him along for an afternoon of simple casual conversations, and he had made no effort to address the consequences of that incident.

Given the circumstances at that time, Norah was well aware that she and her friends would undoubtedly come under significant suspicion, unable to escape police scrutiny.

Her left hand clenched tightly as she pondered how to explain it if the police stumbled upon it. This detail held the key to whether she and Alice could maintain their residency in Glophia.

Amabel seized the moment to sow discord. “Spencer, your stupid club should stay closed permanently. Otherwise, you might invite more trouble to your doorstep. This time, you've even implicated Susanna in the mess."

Turning to Susanna with a caring demeanor, she added, "Sean, you should keep a closer eye on Susanna. Glamour isn't the right place for her."

"Her choices are her own. She's no criminal of mine."

Sean retorted with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It appears your relationship with your brother isn't quite as strong, Miss Morris Norah silently concurred. While the bonds between Bryson and Joanna, Sean and Susanna were palpable, the same couldn't be said for Amabel and Spencer.

AmabeL's sisterly affection seemed lacking, evident in her persistent disdain for the Glamour Club's closure. Conversely, Spencer showed genuine care for Amabel.

Unfazed, Spencer interjected, "This is just how Amabel and I banter.

She holds biases against Glamour. Pay her no mind."

Susanna spoke with sincerity, “Amabel, Spencer's management of the club has been successful, and Sean respects my decisions."

She could go anywhere with Norah by her side or sufficient bodyguards in tow.

“You're being naive. The world can be perilous, especially for young women. Protecting yourself and upholding your reputation is paramount,"

Amabel glanced at Norah. “Don't be deceived by some trivial acts of kindness. I speak from experience. You can trust my words."

"What are you getting at?"

Norah sneered. "Miss Morris, you don't have to be sarcastic. I'm straightforward. If you have something on your mind, just say it Her gaze was keen, her eyes sparkling.

Amabel's heart skipped a beat, then settled back into its rhythm. "I didn't being sarcastic. I'm genuinely concerned about Susanna, merely offering some heartfelt advices. Miss Wilson, you're reading too much into it, aren't you? I apologize if I've caused any offense."

She feigned surprise, covering her mouth, appearing perfectly composed.

Susanna, however, cut through the facade, bluntly exposing Amabel's underlying intentions. “But Amabel, when criticized Norah for taking me to the Glamour Club, weren't you suggesting that she had ill intentions? And when you spoke of ‘reputation’ and ‘being deceived’, your gaze was fixed on Norah. Do you believe her reputation is tarnished? Or has she done something to deceive me?"

Susanna displayed a keen sensitivity to emotional nuances. The hidden malice in Amabel's words was laid bare for all to see.