Chapter: 882
He pinched Samira, a silent cue she readily picked up.
“Norah, you've always been a good person," Samira interjected, her voice choked with emotion. "There's trouble in Luna and Dooley's marriage, and Shayla's hospitalized. Our company can't crumble now."
She lowered her head. After a few seconds, she lifted her chin, revealing red-rimmed eyes.
“We're counting on the cooperation with the Scott Group," she pleaded.
Norah marveled at her theatrics.
It suddenly dawned on her that all the three people she encountered after work were masters of acting. They could weep on command, but she was immune. Their tears only repulsed her.
Her jaw clenched and she retorted, “Luna's your daughter, Shayla your granddaughter. How does that involve me?"
Their words implied that Luna and Shayla's problems were her fault.
“It doesn't," Norah stated firmly. "Stop harassing me. It's a waste of time."
As Norah turned to leave, Samira lunged, desperation lacing her voice.
“Norah! Do you want my family to be bankrupt? And then no one will find out about your past?"
Norah scoffed. "There's nothing about my life in Glophia that should be kept a secret. If that's your threat, you can keep it. I have no skeletons in my closet."
If Sean asked about her past, she'd tell him the truth.
Samira sputtered, frustration simmering. Seeing Norah leave, she lunged forward, reaching for her hand.
Anticipating the move, Norah pivoted gracefully, dodging Samira's grasp.
Turning sharply, she glared with icy intensity. "What are you doing?"
Her voice held a quiet power, a stark warning.
Suddenly, a woman materialized behind Samira, a firm hand on her arm.
Samira faltered. Family loyalty warred with fear. "We need the Scott Group's cooperation," she muttered.
They had to secure the deal, she thought grimly.
The woman pursed her lips tightly. “Aunt Samira, Miss Wilson can't help you. Please find another solution.”
She'd followed Samira discreetly, eavesdropping on the conversation.
Though hesitant to intervene, she couldn't bear the thought of antagonizing Norah further. If that happened, their future in Glophia would be bleak.
Panic rising, she'd emerged, desperate to smooth things over.