Chapter: 963
"Was what you did fair to Miss Wilson?" Manley countered.
When he got wind of the commotion at the charity event, Manley's temper flared. How could Marlin stir up such trouble over a girl?
As soon as he learned Norah was involved, he rushed over quickly.
Manley hadn't intended to grace the charity event with his presence, preferring to leave it to the younger generation.
But the ensuing chaos forced his hand.
"Miss Shaw, please apologize," Manley reiterated firmly.
Given that Manley was Marlin's father, Dolores, though loath to comply, wiped her tears and looked at Manley.
“Mr. Boyd, my name is Dolores. I'm Marlin's girlfriend."
She shrank back, fear evident in her eyes, and turned to Norah.
“Miss Wilson, I'm sorry."
Her rapid apology left everyone in a state of shock.
“I admit my fault, Miss Wilson. I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me."
Dolores often wielded her tears like a weapon to garner sympathy. As she finished, she cast a tearful gaze around the room.
Marlin, fists clenched, looked at Dolores's back and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Miss Wilson."
Marlin, his jaw clenched tight, stared at Dolores's back and took a deep, steadying breath. With his father's disapproval hanging heavy in the air, he had little choice.
Manley offered a curt nod, seemingly satisfied.
Norah, however, was clearly out of sorts with Marlin’s presence. ALL she wanted was to make a swift exit.
“Miss Shaw, here's a piece of advice: Don't cross someone you don't know. You never know what kind of storm they might bring."
She then turned to Manley. “Mr. Boyd, it's getting late. I need to leave with Sean. Until next time."
“Of course. Leave me your address and contact information. Let's have dinner soon, Consider it an apology."
Manley graciously escorted Norah and Sean to the gate, watching them drive off into the night.
Everyone wondered why the Boyd patriarch treated the young Norah with such deference.
Dolores, drowning in embarrassment, hurried back to Marlin in frustration.
“Marlin, I want to go home."