Chapter: 87

As the chorus hit, the crowd couldn't resist the pull of the music, moving along to the beat.

"Did you think about me, baby..."

The infectious tune had everyone smiling and dancing along.

For Kathy, bars and clubs had been off-limits. Rosy Secret was a band she'd only heard of, making this her first live experience of their music.

"I'm a huge fan! I've heard all their songs are self-composed hits! They sound amazing live! Absolutely incredible!" Kathy yelled.

Madeline had been overseas for the past two years and didn't know about this band. She just echoed casually.

“I'm loving it. Derek, want to dance?" Madeline proposed.

Yet, Derek casually dismissed it with a wave, "Go ahead without me. Dancing's not really my thing."

He appreciated the music but had no interest in hitting the dance floor.

"Alright then." Madeline didn't hesitate, pulling Kathy along to join the dancers.

Dressed in tight skirts, they quickly caught the attention of several men trying to chat them up.

Seeing this, Derek's brow furrowed in annoyance, and after downing his wine, he made his way to the dance floor, positioning himself protectively near them.

Norah, not typically a nightclub enthusiast, found it intriguing that Rosy Secret was performing tonight, wondering if this was their first appearance here. Yet, she realized she was out of the loop on their performances.

"Coming up next is our original track titled Only Best Love."

The moment the familiar intro played, Norah's mood shifted, her expression darkening instantly. After a long absence from the public eye, she questioned the lack of respect for her own work.

After finishing another bottle, Joanna glanced at Norah, smiled, and said, "Norah, who's got you sad? Just say the word, and I'll beat them out for you!"

"Just drink your wine." Norah poured another glass for Joanna, who quieted down to drink. Then, Norah pulled out her phone to send a quick message. They thought she was a pushover? Damn!

Norah casually browsed the web and stumbled upon numerous videos of Rosy Secret performing at bars. Aside from a few covers, most of their songs were original and quite popular.

Norah almost burst into laughter. She contemplated confronting the band directly but reconsidered upon seeing Joanna's drunk state.

Deciding it was a task for another day, her priority shifted to looking after Joanna.

As they were about to leave, an imposing figure approached the stairs, his presence commanding attention. Flanked by two bodyguards, he made the passers-by wary of crossing paths.

Joanna, intent on continuing her drinking spree, and Norah, ready to escort Joanna out, were distracted by murmurs from the crowd.

Glancing up, Norah locked eyes with the man. Kason? What was he doing here? Rumors had it he wasn't fond of female company. Yet there he was, looking right at home in the Glamour Club.

“Miss Wilson, what a pleasure to see you again." Kason's intentions were crystal clear. He was here for Norah.