NovelEnglishChapter 187:
Better Looking Than You
With that thought, Josh's legs shook more violently, and his arms reached higher into the air.
“Miss, please disregard everything | said before. It was all nonsense, entirely my fault,” Josh pleaded.
As Norah remained silent, Josh's anxiety grew. His voice quivered, nearly breaking into tears by the end. A sharp
look crossed Norah's eyes. “Are you connected to the FlClub?”
Josh's previous arrogance within the FlClub suggested he held considerable influence there.
“My family holds shares in the FlClub, Miss. What more do you wish to know? | promise to be completely
transparent,” Josh hastily replied.
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The fear of a gun aimed at one’s head could unsettle anyone, particularly when facing the very person one had
previously antagonized. Josh gulped nervously. “Let's discuss this calmly. Shall we? Could you please lower the
gun?”
“Follow me,” Norah said swiftly, sending Josh tumbling to the floor with a swift kick, forcing him to lie prone as
she casually walked to a booth and seated herself. “Over quickly!”
Josh's five bodyguards stood frozen, too scared to make any move.
“Are there any good-looking guys in this bar? Someone better looking than you?” Norah casually twirled the
small handgun, speaking in a detached manner.
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Josh lifted his gaze, his ego in full swing. “Impossible. I'm the top looker in the FlClub.”
No one surpassesin terms of looks. Well, that’s not to say there aren’t any contenders, but there are a few.”
However, under Norah's menacing glare, Josh's confidence dwindled, his voice trailing off as he begrudgingly
admitted struths.
FlClub, known as Otland’s premier nightlife spot, wasn’t just a venue for dancing and drinks. It dabbled in
the murky waters of under-the-table dealings, a fact Norah was evidently privy to and had cto exploit. This
was common knowledge among the bar's regulars.
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Phillip was taken aback by a message from the Sacredice network. He had assumed
Norah had left on a mere errand, only to discover she was off to a bar, presumably in search of male
companionship. What truly astounded him was the revelation that Norah was armed. She wasn’t just carrying it
around; she was actually proficient with a firearm.
Phillip wondered whether Sean had any inkling of all this.
Upon entering Sean's place, Phillip found Sean exuding happiness in front of a full-length mirror, deliberating
over his attire for a forthcoming date. Despite the exhausting nights in Esterford, buried in work, and the illness
that had confined him to bed, it hadn't deterred him from his duties. Sean’s spirits were undiminished.
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Sean's visit was partly to oversee Sacredice’s operations, with the bonus of participating in a car project.
“Phillip, how do you think this suit will look for my date with Norah tomorrow?” Sean inquired, holding up a silver
grey suit that boasted a precise cut and elegant design, epitomizing sophistication.
Phillip hesitated, his words taking a few detours in his mind before finally making their way out. “It suits you well.
But, Mr. Scott, it seems Miss Wilson has gone to FlClub to seek the company of men.”
The moment these words left his mouth, the sound of clothes hitting the floor punctuated the silence. Phillip
looked up to find Sean visibly shocked, a mix of disbelief and sorrow in his eyes.
Phillip continued his report. “The folks from Sacredice mentioned Wilson faced schallenges there, but she
managed to overcthem. She was armed with a gun, the stype you carry.”
Sean seemed to grasp only fragments of Phillip’s explanation, fixating on the revelation that Norah had ventured
out to seek companionship with men, disregarding him entirely. He felt utterly ridiculous.
“Driveto FlClub, now!” Seizing the car keys, Sean stormed out of the room with such urgency that
Phillip struggled to follow.
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