Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 662

Chapter 662:

It wasn’t that she looked down on people from the entertainment industry. She had met Rosalee several times

and simply didn’t like her. Her family was wealthy and powerful; she didn’t want her brother to marry an actress,

especially one she disliked!

Undeterred by Yolande’s disdain, Rosalee kept her smile. “Yolande, if | marry your brother, | promise to be very

nice to you.”

“I don’t need that,” Yolande dismissed.

Rosalee, uninterested in prolonging the conversation with Yolande, whom she considered easily swayed given

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enough time, turned her attention to Norah. “Miss Wilson, which entertainment company do you work for? You're

new to me.”

At the time, Rosalee still believed Norah was a celebrity. Such events often utilized the fof well-known

celebrities and up-and-coming stars in showbiz to enhance their appeal.

Rosalee’s reaction would hinge on Norah's answer, gauging whether she was a newcomer without significant

backing or a promising talent supported by influential figures.

Norah smiled gently. “I'm here as a guest.”

Surprised, Rosalee apologized profusely, “I'm sorry. You're so beautiful, | just assumed you were part of the

entertainment industry. My apologies.”

Rosalee thought to herself that the guests at the banquet were all influential or affluent. Norah hadn't arrived

alone, so surely a wealthy individual must have accompanied her.

She sighed in relief, somewhat reassured to learn that Norah was already partnered, reducing her as a potential

rival. After all, a beautiful woman naturally drew attention. Her hidden jealousy flared as she observed Norah's

stunning presence, wishing she could just disappear.

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She then noticed that Norah had finished her champagne and went to fetch two glasses of wine.

“Sorry for my previous remarks. | hope we can be friends,” Rosalee said warmly, making it difficult for Norah to

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decline.

As Norah reached for her glass, Rosalee’s grip suddenly loosened. The glass slipped from her hand and spilled its

contents. Most of the wine drenched Norah's silver dress, staining it dark red.

“Oh. I'm sorry, Miss Wilson!” Rosalee exclaimed, quickly grabbing a tissue from the table to dab at the stain.

However, the fabric absorbed the wine, making the blotch worse.

Suddenly, a gray suit was draped over Norah's shoulders, and Sean’s voice echoed above her. “What

happened?”

At the sound of his voice, Rosalee and Yolande turned in surprise. What a handsman! He carried himself

with an air of nobility, clearly from a wealthy background.